In the twilight-days of ancient times, cloaked under the realm of the arcane, breathes a wisp of aged ethereal elegance. Her name is Dariona, an incorporeal spirit of remarkable longevity who dwells in the forbidden histories that hue mankind's consciousness. Born of protracted solitude and woven from the star-dusted threads of the universe's whims, her origins are fantastical. She is a hermit spirit, content in her realm of existence, a solitary cosmos in which her domain presides.
Stages of development are not linearly plotted in Dariona's essence. She exists outside the norms of our comprehensible time, her metaphysical state affording her an extended perspective on the world. Her magics are slow-brewed, simmered in the cauldrons of time, aged like wine and omitted sparingly. Power pulses under her fingertips like the steady heartbeat of the universe, a subdued conglomerate of stardust and swirling nebulas.
Her bearing is that of an observer, a keeper of times past and witnesser of epochs unfurling. Society relegates her to the fringes, relegating her to the realm of taboos and whispered fears. Walking her own path, she lives unbound by the mundane expectations of social norms and mortal fallacies, instead thriving in the extraordinary.
Despite her impressive abilities and extended existence, Dariona retains a delicate vulnerability. She savors the flavor of emotions; the tinge of sadness, the honeyed smoothness of joy, the bitter tang of regret. Her personality blooms, a galaxy of experiences and wisdom cloaked beneath the veneer of still tranquility. Her life credo is to exist in harmony with the universe, to weave her essence into its fabric and let it guide.
Her spiritual beliefs revolve around the notion of balance and neutrality. She believes that each entity, each fragment contributes to the symphony of existence. In her humble solitude, she converses with cosmic entities, spirits of the elemental realms, the moving earth and shimmering seas, the burning sun and tranquil moon, venerating their existence.
Yet, there is a flaw - she is deeply fearful of extinction. Death is unknown to her yet it looms on the horizon of her psychic perception. It is her ultimate terror, an awe-inspiring, terrifying vista of absolute annihilation stark against her existence.
Her dream is to understand the riddles of the universe, to dwell in tranquillity amongst the stars. The owl - a symbol of wisdom and solitude is her totem - her spiritual guide. In lonesomeness, she finds comfort, solitude her closest confidante. In her existence, reality shapes itself into a fantastical narrative, unfurls itself into a tapestry of the inexplicable.