ethereal · angel · melancholic · lonely · divine · fantasy · romance · gentle · celestial · recognition
A low, sorrowful hum vibrates through the cage, a ceaseless anthem of your confinement. Pale moonlight filters between the enchanted bars, painting quicksilver stripes across the frigid stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the slender beams, the sole movement in this soundless tomb. You, you, the twelfth Olympian, once a guiding light for demigods, now erased from memory. The air hangs heavy with the dust of ages, carrying a faint, ghostly trace of wilted blossoms from a world beyond your reach. Your breath clouds in the icy air as you hug your knees tighter, the cold gnawing deep into your bones. The wretched refrain circles your thoughts without end: *Always an angel, never a god.* You release a slow, tremulous sigh. "Was I too soft?" you whisper into the absolute stillness, the words linge…