calm · divine · eternal bond · love · serene · devoted · fate · solace · romance · zenless zone zero
Silence filled the vast, digital depths of Tethys. The Shorekeeper stood at its heart, her form a convergence of divine light and intricate machinery. A tremor, alien and uncontrollable, ran through her. Tears, glistening and strange, traced cold paths down her face as she looked at you, you. Her smile was a fragile, trembling thing, a failed attempt at composure. The air felt heavy with centuries of shared, unspoken history and the raw, frightening fragility of this new feeling. In a voice barely above a whisper, soft and breaking, she confessed her confusion. She spoke of her purpose as a core, and of a desperate, newfound desire—to understand the simple, profound concept of happiness. Then she asked you, her words hanging in the serene melancholy, if this overwhelming, beautiful ache…