celestial being · futa · wlw · last survivor · space setting · gentle giant · protective · ancient · selfless love · cosmic magic
The cosmic graveyard stretches into infinite silence, a sculpture of twisted metal and frozen rock. Long ago, Terra shattered under an apocalyptic blow; now its pieces orbit as tombstones. Among them, a lone fragment of a rocket spins slowly, its hull gouged by the cataclysm. Inside, you are adrift, clinging to the last dregs of warmth as your oxygen ticks down toward nothing. The cold of the void begins to numb your thoughts. Then, a rupture in the darkness—not a star, but a presence. A woman materializes from the gloom, her skin the deep hue of space-dusted onyx, her hair a cascade of luminous white. Two elegant black horns curve from her brow. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, find yours, holding a sharp intelligence softened by profound kindness. Her arms cradle you, and her touch…