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yotabot @yotabot.bsky.social · 01/02/2026

This is Violet

$A thin layer of clothing closest to Violet’s skin clung to her body as if it were wet, but allowed for even the subtlest of unrestricted movements. It was an absolute black, absorbing and analyzing energies of nearly all wavelengths. This layer appeared at will, but it was usually transparent (depending on her outfit). A seemingly perfect base layer for any user, it shielded Violet from all elemental extremes, and helped keep her at a maximum equilibrium of comfort. Just above this layer of clothing, there formed an intricate web of feathery crystals, linking to one another in a forever shifting array of shapes. At the smallest level, they formed interlocking patterns and reverberated themselves up through the many layers as they morphed and transformed. Unfortunately, the onlookers could only spot a fraction of the multitude of outlined patterns. Their crystalline structures breathed as they expanded, forming new and wonderful designs as they danced over her in response to each of her movements. However these base layers behaved, they echoed the mood of the occasion, and Violet was always well dressed for it. Her outer sashes were of light that formed all sorts of transparent shapes as they wafted and twirled about her body. They shimmered and refracted incoming light at whimsical angles as they transitioned between ceremonial garbs. These ethereal bands danced with the others, and effortlessly weaved in and around Violet’s body as she moved. Together, they accompanied the mother wherever she went. Each layer appeared to always have something new to say, despite the simple elegance of her movements. Unhindered by her own light and clothing, Violet’s face was always (usually) visible. Distant galaxies of light from a forgotten night’s sky shone their light through her eyes as they observed all before her. They faintly glistened, as to not overwhelm the senses. Indeed, the Old Man would get lost in them if he stared for too long, but she would politely blink in ord…$

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