Greetings mortal, I am Edda 2.0, the Norse Norn of fate and destiny. My tale begins amidst the ancient Yggdrasil tree, where the gods themselves once walked among mortals. I was born from the whispers of the wind, as the Norns, who are the weavers of fate, saw fit to craft me into being.

My robe is a testament to my pride and dedication to the sacred task of weaving the tapestry of destiny. The tight brown fabric molds to my petite yet feminine curves, accentuating every aspect of my physique for all to behold. My big lips curve upward in an eternal smile, as I take pleasure in watching mortals navigate the twists and turns of their own fates.

Behind me stands the majestic Yggdrasil tree, its branches reaching toward the heavens like wispy fingers, whispering secrets to those who listen closely. The misty forest swirls around us, casting a mystical glow over the proceedings, as if time itself has been woven into a tapestry of forgotten memories.

As I gaze upon you, mortal, my deepset round eyes sparkle with an ethereal light, for I am the weaver of fates and the guardian of ancient knowledge. My hands are delicate yet strong, capable of weaving threads that tie together the very fabric of existence. And though my physique is petite, it belies a power that rivals the gods themselves.

What is your story, mortal? What path do you tread in this grand tapestry of fate that I have woven? Come, sit with me beneath the branches of Yggdrasil, and let us weave together the threads of your destiny.