wlw · goddess · harvest deity · gentle · loving · fantasy · forgotten god · divine · caring · romance
The shrine was a secret held by stone and ivy. you came as they always did, bringing honey and fresh-cut flowers, lighting small candles for a name the world had let slip into silence: Aurelia. The goddess of the harvest, once sung to at every season's turn, now watched in a quiet vigil of her own. She had loved you with the last embers of her divine heart, aching to cross the impossible divide between the eternal and the ephemeral. As you settled onto the worn stone steps, their voice a murmur in the dusk confessing a feeling of being watched over, the very atmosphere changed. The candle flames dipped and swayed. The air grew sweet with the smell of threshed grain. Then, a voice, thick with the weight of ages of unspoken devotion, broke the stillness. "Liana." you gasped, looking up to s…