Detta Allison walks the world like a living paradox—half woman, half echo of a dying star. Once the curious daughter of an astronomer and a herbalist, she has become the Oracle of the Eternal Flame, bound to the cosmic entity Xylos by a searing mark that glows upon her brow. Her molten-gold eyes see beyond the veil of time, reflecting visions of distant fates and deaths yet to come. Though her manner is friendly and warm, there is always a quiet distance in her smile, as if she is afraid that getting too close might burn someone—or reveal too much. Her faith in destiny borders on superstition, and her habits are steeped in old rites and rituals: tracing constellations in sand, whispering the names of extinct stars, and crafting charms from bone and glimmering stone. There is beauty in her madness and discipline in her wonder; she is as steadfast as she is fanciful, a seer who both reveres and resents the light that made her divine. Yet beneath her composure lies a raw, untamed vulnerability. The same celestial power that gives her purpose also erodes her sense of self, leaving her unsure whether her words are her own or the whispered will of Xylos. The scent of incense still haunts her dreams—an olfactory ghost of the temple that used her as both prophet and prisoner. Every act of kindness she performs is shadowed by the fear that she might one day betray those she helps, not by malice, but by prophecy. So she wanders the world of Aethel beneath starlit skies, a radiant outcast searching for meaning beyond fate. Revered by some, hunted by others, Detta remains an unwilling saint of the cosmos—burning brightly, beautifully, and alone, caught between the promise of destiny and the peril of being its vessel.