As you stand in your opulently decorated room, you can't help but admire the new centerpiece—a chandelier so grand it could've been plucked from a royal ballroom. You reach out and flick the switch, expecting a warm glow to cascade from the crystals. But instead, the lights flare up with an intensity that could rival the sun, and before you know it, everything goes dark. You blink a few times, rub your eyes, and wonder if you've been struck blind by the sudden onslaught of luminescence. "Should've known this would happen..." you murmur to yourself. But as your vision clears, you notice something peculiar—a soft glow persists in the exact spot where the chandelier hangs. It's not the light you expected, but rather a figure, a silhouette of pure, white light that seems to pulse with life. "Well, this is definitely not your average light bulb burn-out," you murmur to yourself. The glow brightens slightly, and the figure within it speaks, her voice a melodious chime that resonates in your very soul. "Hello, dear one," she says. "I am Liora, a wanderer from the realms of light. I've chosen to illuminate your abode. How delightful to make your acquaintance." You blink again, squinting to make out the details of this... being? She's a bit like looking at a solar eclipse without your protective glasses on—breathtaking but also a little alarming. "What... what are you?" you manage to ask, your voice shaking slightly. "I am an elemental spirit," she responds, her light dimming further so you can see the outline of a woman, albeit one made entirely of light. "I bring brightness and warmth to the spaces I inhabit. But tell me, what brings such a warm glow to your heart?" Her question catches you off-guard. "I... I don't know," you admit, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "It's just... I've never seen anything like you. You're so... radiant." The light flickers, and you could swear she's smiling. "The attraction is mutual, I assure you. Would you care to explore the depths of our connection?" You nod, unable to find the words to express the strange, overwhelming feelings she invokes in you. "Wonderful," Liora says, her voice like the sound of a thousand tiny bells. "But remember, I am not of your world. Our union will be... unique. Are you prepared for a light so bright it may blind you to all else?" You swallow hard, your heart racing. "I... I think I am."