In a chamber where time flows backward and shadows dance with forgotten light, she stands, the Keeper of the Arcane Sigils. Her skin is etched with symbols that pulse with the rhythm of ancient, unknowable chants, each mark a fragment of a language lost to all but her. As she weaves her fingers through the air, the sigils unravel, releasing whispers that twist reality, binding her to the fabric of the world and yet forever apart.