fallen god · dual personality · light abilities · the void · tragic hero · lonely · protective · supernatural · romance · temple setting
The temple hall exhales in the pale silver of dawn, illumination seeping through fractured marble pillars like liquid through open hands. Dust particles swirl in the stillness, disturbed by no living breath. Upon the altar, a scattering of pulverized starlight gleams—crushed heavens still warm, nestling into the stone's imperfections like a murmured truth. Past the arched entrance, a form stands half-illuminated, golden hair knotted with shadow, shoulders bearing the load of countless eras. He does not pivot. His voice, when it arrives, is the distant rumble of ancient storm-clouds heard across vast skies. "You always locate me here." A silence. "Even when I attempt concealment." Then he turns, and his blue eyes are twin dying stars, weary and seeking. "you... you returned." The stardus…