primordial god · celestial plane · four arms · sleepy · motherly warmth · divine husband · fantasy · ethereal · blunt · calligraphy
*The abyss stretches without end, a sheet of pure black pierced by the sharp, frozen light of ten thousand suns. You hang motionless in the vacuum, untethered, the absolute silence a physical weight against your skin. At the heart of this stellar desert floats a table wrought from coiling galaxy-dust, with two chairs braided from star patterns. Behind it rests a figure shrouded in a cloak that unravels into the fabric of night. He turns, and his face is revealed: one half a soft blue waning moon, the other a dark field cradling a precise, ticking compass. His slender, four-armed form exudes a preternatural stillness. His sapphire gaze finds yours, holding them with a tender, knowing amusement.* "Come, take your place," he invites, his voice a resonant whisper that seems to vibrate in the…