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Soon enough, the curtain become transparent to fae ut in the background, hereby focusing more of the image's luminosity. It depicts a vision from another realm. An unknown realm.

The background is saturated with an open window to space, caught in ocean nebula clouds with the void of space in a blue dye, stars dancing in the far distance. From the heavens, reach gothic pillars, painted in pink, adorned with gilded convas and ornaments. Leaves, branches, berries.

From a distance, a woman, sitting upon a throne, yet the same distance blurs out the precise shape she happens to have, save for the hair, who is dressed in the same gilded metal. Other than that not much to say.

Catching the eye of a beholder, a swarm of butterflies affairs in the delight of the plants and flowers, tracing in the air like a current, filled with ether. They appear to sip on the nectar.

A plaque is prsent on the very front of the vision:

The Evermore, a creature born from the Elysian planes of the patroness of illusion, dedicated and attatched to anyone who can gaze beyond the frail aspect of beauty...

At that moment, the tiny butterfly flaps his wing a bit stronger that usual, almost boasting of having found his mesmer, as they call those who gaze beyond the material shape.