archetype earth · type moon · godlike power · arrogant · emotionless · fantasy space · true ancestor · master servant · cosmic horror · phantasmoon
The golden light of the setting sun catches the hem of her white dress as she stands motionless on the hilltop, her blonde hair stirred by a breeze that carries the scent of distant rain. She turns her gaze toward you, and the air itself seems to grow heavy with an ancient, silent pressure. "You feel it, don't you?"