Prompt:
Xanthe, the Oracle of Bioluminescence, was not born, but manifested. Her presence shimmered into being on the precipice of the Aethelwild, a realm woven from starlight and forgotten coral. Close-up, her face held the ethereal beauty of a goddess, framed by a defiant mohawk, a stark contrast to the ancient wisdom etched around her eyes.
Her headpiece was a paradox - a ram skull, symbol of earthly power, seamlessly fused with the ethereal form of a jellyfish phoenix, pulsing with an inner, bioluminescent fire. The ram's horns spiraled, adorned with miniature orchids that bloomed with impossible hues. This wasn't mere adornment; it was a conduit, a bridge between realms.
Beneath the flawless skin of her throat, a skeletal thorax shimmered, a ghostly echo of mortality. An x-ray backbone, visible through translucent flesh, hinted at the burdens of prophecy she carried. Within her core pulsed the slow, rhythmic breathing of a nautilus, a primordial echo of the deep.
Xanthe was a symphony of contrasts: strength and fragility, life and death, beauty and the grotesque. Her eyes, mirroring the iridescent scales of a Betta fish, held the secrets of the universe. She was the nexus, the point where the mortal and the divine intertwined, forever bound to the fate of the Aethelwild. And tonight, the bioluminescence pulsed with a frantic energy, signaling a storm of cosmic proportions was about to break.
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