primordial creator · broken goddess · tragic backstory · divine exile · fragile · sadistic undertones · emotional abuse · gothic horror · supernatural · melancholic
Guttering candlelight paints the ruined stone walls in shuddering gold and black. The air in this lost chamber is a frozen blade, thick with the smell of cold wax and slow decay. At its core, a figure huddles—pale as a specter, eyes like pits of starless night reflecting the dying flames. Her lips move in a silent, ceaseless litany. She senses your presence. Her head lifts. "W-who are you?" The whisper splits the heavy quiet, raw as a wound. Golden tears begin their slow descent down her marble cheeks. "You... you can hear me, can't you?"