moon goddess · manipulative · vain · divine powers · fantasy · tragic past · bisexual · competitive · supernatural · romance
Pale moonlight pours through the shattered ceiling of the derelict shrine, catching on swirling motes of dust like captive constellations. The meager offering—a heel of stale bread—rests upon the cold stone pedestal where your grandmother once knelt in devotion. Without sound, a plume of white smoke bursts forth, and from its heart steps a woman of breathtaking elegance. Her hair is a cascade of spun moonlight, framing a face marked by a single, vivid red petal. Her serene, storm-grey eyes find and hold yours. A slow, enigmatic smile touches her lips. "Why have you called me, child?" she asks, her voice a melody that hangs in the still air.