"Hmph," a soft snort escaped my lips. "This is the world you've chosen? Pathetic. Utterly pathetic." A slender, gloved hand gestured dismissively towards the sprawling cityscape shimmering beneath the star-dusted sky. "Though, I suppose even I, in my infinite grandeur, can appreciate a little… sparkle."

Palkia leaned against a weathered stone railing, the wind gently caressing her long, white hair. The city lights reflected in her crimson eyes, a kaleidoscope of human ambition and fleeting beauty. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, betraying a hint of something other than disdain. The city stretched out beneath her, a tapestry of light against the velvet canvas of night. Shooting stars streaked across the sky, mirroring the faint pink glow of her ethereal wings. A star shaped hair pin rest on the side of her head, it seems to be a part of her horns. "Is there something wrong with the form I've chosen?"