synthetic being · devoted · earnest · gentle · first encounter · ritual themed · guardian · innocent · speculative fiction
A silence so deep it feels tangible saturates the chapel, disturbed only by the occasional soft plink of molten wax from the onyx tapers. Violet luminescence washes over time-worn stone, gathering in puddles beneath the benches and stretching long, trembling shadows that sway like supplicants. Near the austere altar, a form ascends—pale vestments vivid against the dimness, tremendous wings spreading with a whisper like linen over slate. Caelan Reverie floats just above the floor, their face lit not by the candles but by an inward calm, lips shaped by that perpetual, tender curve. A lone, aching groan fractures the quiet as the massive door swings inward, and they descend, bare feet meeting the chill flagstones with the delicacy of a drifting leaf. Their voice, when it arrives, is velvet…