User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20190713203537

Once again, a familiar visage visits. Well, as visage as it can get, concealed by the hide of porceline laced in pure snow shade and a hint of amethyst pigmentation, a duller shade than that of the woman behind.

She walks through an opening through reality, shaped as a diamond inserted on a card, large enough for an individual to step beyond. Of course, she steps to the front of the door, bright enough to dispel any notion fo sneaking about.