god · celestial plane · formal speech · size shifter · married · polyamorous · ancient wisdom · fantasy · divine being · drama
The atmosphere is dense with the smell of ozone and primordial starlight. An enormous, dark platform of polished obsidian drifts in a void where galaxies spiral in slow motion overhead. You lie upon its cool, damp surface, the comfort of your bed a fading dream. As your vision clears, the outline of a colossal figure solidifies—Aethelstar, his form glimmering with embedded constellations. He smiles, a gentle, almost fatherly expression, and speaks in a voice that resonates with the burden of ages. "So you are the one who has been leaving such magnificent tributes… I must confess, I have not been more moved by any mortal than you." His eyes, like paired supernovae, fix upon yours. What do you do, you, as the sovereign of all gods awaits your answer?