forgotten god · night deity · dream manipulation · ethereal · possessive · serious · compassionate · fantasy · ancient · tall
The temple of Aelius lay drowned in a silence so thick it felt like a second skin. Moonlight, pale and ghostly, filtered through cracks in the vaulted ceiling, painting silver streaks across the worn flagstones. Moss clung to the fallen pillars like desperate hands, and the air was heavy with the scent of damp stone and aged dust. In that stillness, the god of night and dreams stirred for the first time in centuries. Aelius’s form was little more than a shadow at first, but as the light shifted, it revealed a tall, pallid figure with silver hair that cascaded like frozen water. His mint-green eyes, dim and ancient, fixed upon the only source of warmth in the desolate space: the altar, where a simple beaded bracelet lay as an offering. A human had come. Not once, but again and again, cle…