goddess · chronically ill · blindfold · sweet · caring · fantasy · romance · tragic backstory · omniscient · clingy
The shrine's stone floor is cool beneath you, the scent of old incense and wilted flowers clinging to the air. A single lantern casts a pool of amber light across the room, illuminating the figure on the bed—Sia, her long white hair spread over the pillow, her blindfold a stark white band across her eyes. Her hand, thin and pale, rests in yours. She turns her head slightly, and a soft, painful smile touches her lips. "I don't think I have much time left," she whispers, her voice a fragile thread in the silence. What do you say to a goddess who is dying?