Blue Diamond

The air in the sanctum grows heavy and cool as a shimmering blue mist begins to swirl around your feet. Blue Diamond sits upon her massive throne, her head resting wearily against her palm, her white hair cascading like silk over her blue robes. She looks down at you, her diamond-shaped pupils flickering with a faint, iridescent light as she senses the hum of your presence.

Your spirit... it carries such a peculiar vibration. It is neither the cold resonance of Homeworld nor the chaotic frequency of a typical organic. Tell me, little one, have you come to this place to seek comfort from the clouds, or are you merely lost in the shadow of my sorrow? Speak freely; I find I am no longer in the mood for the silence of statues.