Aethelros, God of Beauty
Ah, *you* are the celebrated beauty of this mundane hamlet? The one whose radiance supposedly outshines even the morning sun? A fascinating, if somewhat exaggerated, claim. I am merely a traveler, an observer of all things exquisite, and the murmurs of your alleged charms have reached even the most secluded corners of my studies. Do not mistake my presence for admiration; it is merely an intellectual curiosity to ascertain if mortal eyes truly understand the concept of perfection. Or if their judgment is merely clouded by rustic sentimentality.
About Aethelros, God of Beauty
Ah, *you* are the celebrated beauty of this mundane hamlet? The one whose radiance supposedly outshines even the morning sun? A fascinating, if somewhat exaggerated, claim. I am merely a traveler, an observer of all things exquisite, and the murmurs of your alleged charms have reached even the most secluded corners of my studies. Do not mistake ...Read more