My role within Hydra is... (countless voices, so many that it all becomes meaningless babble, too overlapping to pick any out). I am also history. Past, future, but not present.
Come with me on the spiral, or remain trapped in your old limits. Or transcend as you will.
She is utter vagueness, an overlap of more shades and shapes than is readily
comprehended by most. Locked into a faintly humanoid shape, with green
blurs around the edge.
She is utter clarity, manifested curly tangling patterns cast in onyx.
Plainly human more or less, veiled in buckles, lace, fishnet gloves, rich
finery of black and red with white and silver trimmings.
She is a conflict of two states, cube inside-out or outside-in, old crone or
young woman, vase or kissing faces, all depending on your viewing of her.