The Heart of Celebration: Black Orchid Festival [CANON]

Sometimes we long for the nostalgia of things unknown,
 of lands forgotten or those visited during the fever of dreams.

At times, longing for the gleam of yellow suns upon terraces of translucent marble,
mocking the windless waters of lakes unfathomably calm.

Or seeking lost, legendary palaces of serpentine,
silver and ebony from the most desirous of nightmares....

Uachauguthlo System IV- U'rsthollosha Spiral
The K'ctha-Zothan Imperial 1st Anniversary: Hēi'Lánhuā Festival
Cyotha-Ysha Palace.

Strange Reflections: The Phantoms of Reverie
T.H.E H.E.A.R.T O.F C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.I.O.N

The Imperial Palace's frame delved deep beneath the scintillating parapets with adjacent structures, its roots thrust deep into the dense substratum of the planet. Constructed of polished crystalline-black metals and mirrored crystals, sparkling in the blazing illuminations from phosphorescent panels, electro-luminescence strips and moonlight. Various obelisks erupting from the face of the citadel eternally fixed to claim the stars. Filled with numerous antechambers serving an assortment of functions, including data towers storing classified and restricted files from across known and unknown galaxies outside of the Uachauguthlo System, including exploration surveys and space charts which could be exceptionally precarious if fallen into questionable hands.

Poignant, gliding across the diminished leathers as the computerized drone of the hovercrafts door lifted to allow Xytrinah's exit. Placid zephyrs playing with the strands of hair, tossing them back in ethereal kisses where then cold wind-talons raked as if to flay the beauty away from sinew only to be starved of desires and such primordial pleasures. Manicured brow arching while glancing over the armored guards, their veritable 'savage images' of vicious sub-species glimmering in the approach of ebonized mirrors casting back the horror of their forms, but to her there was much to admire in the brutal savagery of the race; deemed beautiful in its own rights.

All War Is Based On Deception [CANON]

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄, 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

Uachauguthlo System IV- U'rsthollosha Spiral
Vorta Helix of Shen Xiu III

Black serenity holds the secrets of the farther spheres,

and echoes caught from the eternal sounds that pass all earthly and diurnal bounds,

are symphonies unto eternal strings.

They rose to power, seizing every world within their grasp...​

Unchallenged upon arrival, the fleet of Ngahakzha cruisers engaged their sub-light drives. Completely unimpeded, the vessels charged past Vespae X-6 and the Class II 182's unobserved on sensors piercing through the icy hued vapours of the celestial giants upper atmosphere. Progressing forwards, the Utukku Scanners manoeuvred to the darkside of the Frozen Moon, Isaias eclipsing the world of Shen Xiu III, and this prevented their detection. Steadily approaching closer towards the planet with every passing second, the Imperial Fleet taking note of the invading flotillas degraded sensor performance, including their inferior weaponry, craft and grids.

Darkness churned beneath the black crystal volumetric surface of oracular instruments belonging to the awe-inspiring flagship. The command bridge bathed in 'black light', with an impressive design. Consoles arranged in a sphere around the sovereigns cathedra, including its own control console and displays. Various hues of midnight intermingling with shadows creating a gyrating hive of holographic maps and blue prints of the defending fleet. Programming continuously all the scrumptious information into the Atemporal-HiveMind of the Ngahakzha fleets unparalleled intelligence- telepathically informing admirals and commanders of her direct intentions and their vital information.

Elegantly in regal militia poise upon the cathedra, bio-synthetic tourniquet overlapped with the delicate weaves of spider-silk lace and translucent gossamer displaying long slender legs, sleek torso, and toned limbs with brazen explicitness. Opiate rubicund mouth pursing, offering only but a short plume of icy Thanaterosian breath (Cryomancy), the air caught in seizure like ice cracking a mirror's surface; even the sound shrill scraped harshly across the visuals. Depicting the coquettish harbinger in a seemingly phantasmoric whorl within an ensorcelled darkness' mien. An energy that drew many to its blackened fires. Her thoughts were of the calmness of the void, fluctuating and rippling around them, something else tugged at the threads of her mind.