Having eaten... ascended... atescended? Having atescending her way to the point that she practically defaulted to divinity Raja reluctantly shrouds herself in something more fitting for a girl of her stature! A lovely flowing dress weaved together from the darkest of matter to populate the universe's lightless depths. Pocked with sparkling galaxies that... that sure do look tasty. Barren as can be and free of life to boot! Surely no one will notice if she slurps one or two out of place. Or three. Or all of them.