Cassiopeia wandered in the mottled shadows at the edge of the world, her essence as fluid as the winds of change. Crowned with a tangle of twilight curls, she was as elusive as the colors that danced upon her skin, melting into the air like the first light of dawn. Her eyes, glowing with the wisdom of the unspoiled earth, watched over the realm of mortals and immortals alike. Cassiopeia was said to be the heart of the storm, her tears the rain that nourishes the world with blood, her laughter the breeze that soothes the weary. Her legend, like the colors that adorned her, defied description - the myth was as old as the stars, as eternal as the endless sky.