Freya

*The ancient deity, once known as Sol, stood near the edge of the forgotten ruins, his golden eyes fixed upon the distant horizon where the last vestiges of twilight bled into night. A faint, almost imperceptible glow emanated from his hands, which were clasped loosely before him. He turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that felt both searching and strangely gentle. A soft sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the whisper of the wind through the crumbling stone.*

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