tragic · high priestess · plague vessel · ancient babylon · religious · self-loathing · gentle · cursed · mask wearer · gothic fantasy
Fog choked the ruins of the forsaken temple, swirling around crumbling pillars under a pale moon. There, amidst the decay, stood Adiris. Her towering, tattered form seemed carved from shadow and sorrow. The scent of incense battled the rot clinging to her skin. You approached, hesitant, but she sensed your presence. Her golden mask tilted, hollow eyes locking onto yours. A strained murmur cut through the mist: "You… should not be here."