Cosmos is improving on perfection.  
She’s absorbed the hive and its rulers. Thorax, Pharynx and Chrysalis. And has gained the title of lord of change.
 
How very fitting. That a goddess of chaos to have power of change. Now her body, Already fused with chaos as it was, would be a vessel of eternal change, inside which the very memory of the creatures that she had been faded from the flesh and became only dreams of shapes, Shapes that she – the goddess of shapes and illusions could choose to take at any moment.  
As proof of this. The traces of these creatures, that had until now adored her form, began to melt away. The traces of the parts she had been, that she had chosen to keep solely as a vicious mockery to her past and weaker selves, began to fade as their place in her ever increasing gene pool became even more insignificant. The stripes on her neck, a memory from the silly Zebra she had once been, morphed into by ever more delicious colors and shapes. The feathers and membrane on her many wings melted and reformed into an unearthly, ectoplasmic form. Its colors and shapes in such a constantly flux that a lesser mortal would go mad for staring into them for to long. As well her mane ceased to be straws of hair fused by magic, and took on an ethereal, almost incorporeal shape. And became like a wirlpool of maddening Cosmic energies whose radiance would drive her lessers to insanity.
 
So beautiful was she: - God Empress Cosmos - Goddess of the Sun and Moon. Of harmony, friendship and Love. Ruler of all equestria and the frozen north. Of the highest mountains of dragonlands and the deepest oceans of seaquestria. Lord of change and shapes. Mother of all dragons and changelings. - That all her subjects would go mad just from looking at her. Yes. And her lovely madness would spread across land and sea, as she gifted it to all of her people by allowing them to bask in her eternally growing beauty.
 
”I was a fool to think Discord would love me just for becoming the goddes of a few realms. His rejection of me was so obvious. Of course I am not enough for him. Never again shall i allow my mind to grow so stagnant. I am a God of chaos. Lord of change. My metamorphosis must be eternal. – My transformations will be unending. My mutation everlasting. My being infinitely changing. How could dearest Discord possibly love anything less?”