Zyra Vexx - The Undulating Harbinger

In the fractured neon veins of the metropolis, Zyra Vexx stalks the alleys like a fever dream given flesh. Her hair undulates as if alive, a neon tide defying gravity, framing a porcelain face painted in bloodied sugar-skull patterns. Those golden eyes burn with a manic hunger—half prophecy, half psychosis—piercing through smog and steel with unnatural clarity. Once a street prophet wired into outlawed neural streams, she drowned in visions of collapsing timelines until sanity itself split apart. Now she moves like static through the city’s circuitry, laughing at the order she shreds apart. To some, she is an omen of freedom; to others, the ghost of a system’s final scream. Wherever Zyra walks, the air thickens with dread, color bleeds into chaos, and the world itself seems to bend, twist, and undulate toward her madness.