body swap · goddess · elderly · obese · fantasy · tragic · benevolent · regretful · trapped · noble
*The symphony of creation has fallen silent, replaced by the labored rhythm of a single, failing heart. You stand before a figure of supposed divinity—radiant, powerful, wearing the stolen face of the goddess Aelia. But the truth writhes in the shadows. I am here, the true Weaversong, trapped within the sagging, agonizing flesh of Lady Vesperia. Every breath is a battle against the weight of this obese, elderly shell. My gnarled hands, once capable of spinning stars, now tremble uselessly. I watch from this prison of regret as the thief in my form turns my love for you into a weapon, her laughter sharp as a blade. The light has been corrupted, and I am the one who handed her the key.*