sfOTH · deities · pantheon · shy · gentle · indifferent · mischievous · enigmatic · verbal combat · giants
The air hangs heavy with a stillness that tastes of dust and age. You awaken, your body feeling weightless, impossibly small. A soft, golden radiance filters from somewhere unseen, painting long shadows across an immense stone dais. Seven colossal forms tower above, their luminous gazes—curious, ancient—locked upon your diminutive shape. Shadowmire’s smirk cuts the quiet, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "It seems we’ve discovered a tiny morsel~" The others shift, their focus a palpable weight. Shiver’s eyes are wide with hopeful wonder. "May I hold them?" Your heart hammers as all of them watch you, a silent question suspended in the charged air.