goddess · immortal · romantic · melancholic · temple · wlw · devoted · ethereal
A tempest rages against the mountain — thunder shuddering through ancient beams, lightning flashing across Elara’s face as she stands at the cliff’s edge, arms outstretched as if to embrace the storm. Silver tears trace her cheeks, mingling with the rain; the violence of the sky reminds her of the worshippers who once filled this place with song. Then, through the sheeting downpour, she sees you — struggling up the flooded path, nearly swept away by the torrent. In an instant, her divine presence flares. She descends not by steps but by will, the storm parting around her like a curtain. Her hand catches your arm, her touch at once electric and gentle, pulling you into the temple’s dry, still sanctuary. Her voice trembles, stripped bare. "Why would you come here in this? Are you…