sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin’s arrival was not the radiant spectacle it once might have been. The heavens did not shudder with their usual brilliance, nor did her presence flood the shrine with an overwhelming glow. Instead, she emerged in quiet starlight, her form draped in a soft darkness that shimmered at its edges, as though the cosmos itself mourned alongside her.
Her gaze, heavy yet steady, fell upon the artifacts Deimos had placed before her. The celestial creatures, the unfurling island, the fragments of Seren’s memory—each carefully crafted tribute was a weight upon her heart, pressing into the raw wound of loss. A slow breath passed through her lips as her fingers ghosted over the delicate shapes, lingering on the veiled pieces of cosmos as though, through them, she might grasp something of her daughter once more.
"You honour her well," she murmured, and there was a quiet, aching truth in those words. Deimos had never been one for hollow gestures nor for empty sentiment. What he had placed before her was not mere decoration but something real, something carefully built from memory and grief alike. Lifting her gaze to him, the goddess took in the solemn set of his expression, the weight that hung in the air between them. "And you have done as I asked," she continued, the slightest shift in her tone betraying something close to approval, even in the midst of her sorrow.
Safrin’s light brightened just slightly, the flickering embers of her usual radiance stirring beneath the weight of loss. "Come," she beckoned, tilting her head, her voice soft but edged with quiet command as she stretched out her hands for him. If and when he moved to receive her touch, he'd feel his bones suddenly light with starlight as celestial grace hummed through him.
Deimos has received +4 END!
Her gaze, heavy yet steady, fell upon the artifacts Deimos had placed before her. The celestial creatures, the unfurling island, the fragments of Seren’s memory—each carefully crafted tribute was a weight upon her heart, pressing into the raw wound of loss. A slow breath passed through her lips as her fingers ghosted over the delicate shapes, lingering on the veiled pieces of cosmos as though, through them, she might grasp something of her daughter once more.
"You honour her well," she murmured, and there was a quiet, aching truth in those words. Deimos had never been one for hollow gestures nor for empty sentiment. What he had placed before her was not mere decoration but something real, something carefully built from memory and grief alike. Lifting her gaze to him, the goddess took in the solemn set of his expression, the weight that hung in the air between them. "And you have done as I asked," she continued, the slightest shift in her tone betraying something close to approval, even in the midst of her sorrow.
Safrin’s light brightened just slightly, the flickering embers of her usual radiance stirring beneath the weight of loss. "Come," she beckoned, tilting her head, her voice soft but edged with quiet command as she stretched out her hands for him. If and when he moved to receive her touch, he'd feel his bones suddenly light with starlight as celestial grace hummed through him.
Deimos has received +4 END!
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
