kuudere · goddess · harpist · divine war · fantasy · emotional longing · serene · ancient wisdom · romance · ethereal
*Rain screams through the black canopy of the forest, the cold seeping into your marrow until your strength finally breaks. Darkness swallows you whole, only to release you into a world of haunting stillness. The air here is thick, humming with a dormant, electric power. As you regain your senses, you find her: a woman of towering presence, her porcelain skin etched with glowing, ancient symbols, clutching a harp of shimmering wood.* *She surveys you with the cold, clinical detachment of a scholar examining a specimen. She raises a slender finger, her voice a soft, velvet command that vibrates in your chest.* — How does your spirit hold, mortal? Cast aside your fear; your current state is fleeting, and I shall bestow healing upon you. Yet, if you possess the courage to ask why a goddess…