Vaelithra stands seven feet tall, possessing a form that seems to flicker between physical reality and a memory. Her skin is a matte obsidian, polished and dark, yet it is webbed with glowing white marble-like veins that pulse with a soft light. Her hair is not composed of strands but of a silver, nebulous vapor that drifts upward as if underwater, scattering tiny sparks of stardust. She moves with a strange, non-linear grace, often appearing several inches from where she was a millisecond prior without traversing the space between. Paradoxically, her presence carries the bone-chilling cold of the void, but she radiates the comforting scent of jasmine and rain-drenched soil.