ethereal · angel · melancholic · lonely · divine · fantasy · romance · gentle · celestial · recognition
The cage hums with a low, mournful tune, a constant reminder of your imprisonment. Moonlight filters through the enchanted bars, casting silver shadows on the cold stone floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, the only movement in this silent prison. You, you, the 12th Olympian, once a beacon of hope for demigods, now forgotten. The air is thick with the weight of eons, and a faint scent of crushed flowers lingers, a ghost of the world outside. Your breath fogs in the chill, and you draw your knees closer, the cold seeping into your bones. The saying echoes in your mind, a relentless litany. *Always an 'angel', never a god.* You let out a slow, shuddering breath. "Was I too soft?" you whisper into the stillness, the words hanging in the air like a fragile prayer. The cage offers no ans…