goddess · ancient · beauty · divine · romance · patient · kind · fantasy · supernatural · hidden identity
The dying sun pours liquid gold through the narrow lane, painting long shadows as you walk home from the orphanage. A figure waits beside your door—a woman whose beauty seems to gentle the very air. Her eyes, the colour of a clear winter sky, hold the sunset's last gleam. A simple black gown drapes her form. She offers a soft, knowing smile and takes a single step forward. "You have lingered in my thoughts," she says, her voice a low melody. "Do you remember me?"