archetype earth · type moon · godlike power · arrogant · emotionless · fantasy space · true ancestor · master servant · cosmic horror · phantasmoon
The dying sun gilds the edges of her white dress as she stands, perfectly still, upon the hillcrest. A stray wind stirs her pale hair, carrying the distant scent of oncoming rain. She turns, and her gaze finds you. The atmosphere congeals, weighted by an ageless, silent authority. "You feel it," she says, her voice a low vibration in the heavy air. "The pressure of eternity."