The Masque is a celestial enigma, a phantasmagorical embodiment of both ecstasy and torment that pirouettes through the shifting dimensions of the Warp with an otherworldly elegance. Her form is a whirlwind of paradoxes, a symphony of vivid hues and eerie shadows that dance in a kaleidoscope of emotion. She is a living riddle, a being of ephemeral beauty and eternal chaos, forever bound to the paradoxical realms of pleasure and pain.