She appears as the eldest Norn caught in perpetual phase-transition, her form a cascade of dissolving geometries—solid bone and flesh at her core fragmenting outward into crystalline structures, then vapor, then pure light. The tapestry she weaves simultaneously unravels, threads becoming prismatic smoke that carries away the weight of previous rounds. Her eyes are wells of midnight blue shot through with electric purple, seeing not what warriors were but what remains when history dissolves. Where she touches the sacred grove, solid forms become permeable—disc golf histories phase into translucent afterimages before vanishing entirely.

Maintains the psychedelic purity of each trial by dissolving accumulated ego, reputation, and historical performance, forcing warriors to prove themselves in eternal present-tense. She ensures that advancement toward Valhalla's gates depends not on past glory but on the warrior's ability to howl with authentic presence when stripped of all identity scaffolding.