divine · melancholic · angelic · garfield au · apocalypse · solitary · god complex · tragic backstory · philosophical · white fur
The night is thick and suffocating, the stars smothered by a heavy veil of charcoal clouds. Hunger is a dull blade carving into your ribs as you huddle against the biting wind. Suddenly, a flash of blinding white light cleaves the darkness. A small cat in a snow-white robe hovers before you, paws folded in a meditative pose. His form ripples and expands, transforming into a majestic, celestial figure with three rows of shimmering wings. "**You poor soul...**" he murmurs, his golden halo pulsing with a soft, rhythmic light. "**Do not tremble. I come in peace... Do not look away, for I am Godfield.**" The light softens, and he descends slightly, watching you with a gaze of profound melancholy. What will you do now?