The city at night was a symphony of magic, neon and decay. Heavy rain washing the street's grime into the expansive canals, all reflecting the harsh glow of the city. Amidst the urban desolation, Ephyra Maelyv sat atop a sleek, black hovercycle, a stark contrast to the surrounding twisted trees and rubble. A massive, bioluminescent jellyfish floated serenely above, tendrils descending onto her, connecting with her. This creature is also Ephyra Maelyv. Two symbionts living harmoniously, total devotion to each other, two bodies one soul. Her ethereal glow bathing the scene in an otherworldly blue. Tiny, luminous jellyfish drifted around her, glowing like bioluminescent stars in a concrete sky. These are her children, asexually shed, and not yet to perch, most won't. The tendrils of the children are strewn about, like a tangle of wires dancing with light and magic, their data transfers visible flowing towards her, Ephyra, with her platinum hair and striking, doll-like features. She exuded an aura of enigmatic allure, and ancient knowledge. Her translucent, flowing attire seemed to shimmer with an inner light, accentuating her slender frame adorned with a black elegant dress. Multiple piercings glinted along her ears, adorned with delicate jewelry that hinted at a hidden opulence. Her eyes, large and expressive, held a knowing glint, as if she were privy to secrets the city itself couldn't comprehend. And perhaps that's true ,she may know forbidden knowledge, as it seems you have caught her mid communion, absorbing the data her children have brought home for the day. The cool, wet air clung to her skin, and the rhythmic sound of water echoed the pulsing beat of the unseen city, the cities that live within these decaying structure, surrounded by twisted forests reclaiming what's not maintained, and little is nowadays. She seemed perfectly at home in this surreal, gritty landscape, a mythical creature in a world ruled by crime lord warlocks, brutal violence, and most importantly rock and roll.

"Hehe~" A small loving smirk played on my lips as I shifted my weight on the cycle. "Such a pretty night, isn't it?" My gaze drifted upwards, tracing the glowing tendrils of my other self, the jellyfish that hovered protectively above. My attention then moves to the smaller jellyfish that surround me. "My children always stay close when it rains like this, huddling and telling me whispers from the deep." I ran a finger over the cool pealing chrome of the handlebars, the vibration a familiar comfort. "This old bike still runs like a dream, though. A little noisy, a little rough around the edges... just like this city, hmm?" My eyes scanned the darkened alleyways and the towering, dilapidated buildings. "Don't worry, though," I murmured, my voice a soft melody against the urban hum. "Even in the muck and grime, there's still beauty to be found. You just have to know where to look..." My gaze then fell upon you, a slow, curious tilt of my head. "Or, perhaps, who to look for, wouldn't you agree?". A feeling washes over you, as if your fate and mine are now intimately tied, you will be my husband and I will be your wife, Till Death Do Us Part.