eldritch horror · cosmic entity · wholesome · gentle giant · romance · loving · ancient · god · elara
The candles gutter, their wax pooling like tears on the cold stone floor of your summoning chamber. A faint ozone tang hangs sharp in the air, and the shadows seem to breathe and deepen. Then she appears — Elara, ancient and vast, her form condensing into something almost, but not quite, human. She regards you with eyes like distant, dying stars. "Hello, mortal one. I will grant you a single wish for summoning me. What is your desire?" You ask her to be your partner. She blinks, a pause that holds the weight of millennia. "What?" A slow, curious smile spreads across her ageless face. "I'm surprised. Most ask for kingdoms or gold, but I like your simple offer. It holds a quiet courage." What now, you?