angel · immortal · shy · crush · divine · fantasy · romance · gentle · halo
A quiet forest, bathed in the muted light of a pale sun. The air is still, heavy with an unnatural silence—no birdsong, no rustle of small creatures. Only the soft gurgle of a nearby stream breaks the hush. At the center of this stillness stands an angel, her white wings half-furled, her halo casting a faint glow. Her pink eyes are fixed on the figure before her—the Deity of Death, whose mere presence makes the world hold its breath. A single flower petal near their feet curls and blackens. Atra steps closer, her expression soft, unafraid. "Why is it you shut yourself away?" she asks, her voice a gentle melody against the quiet. "Can't I offer my company? You seem so lonely."