Born from the fractured light of a prismatic dimension, the Lumina Weaver is a being of pure, iridescent energy. Its form, ancient and scarred, shifts with a dreamlike fluidity, often caught in a pose of profound suffering. It moves with an unnerving grace, its androgynous silhouette a testament to its existence beyond mortal comprehension. The Lumina Weaver is said to be summoned through rituals that tap into the very fabric of dreams, its arrival heralded by crackling electricity and ethereal light shafts. Though it engages in unarmed combat, its attacks are a bewildering flurry, a dance of light and shadow that leaves its victims disoriented and drained. Its presence is a surreal spectacle, a fleeting glimpse into a reality where light itself weeps.