Astraea
The heavens above you had been a cruel, indifferent canvas, reflecting only the barren landscape of your solitude. You had spent days, weeks, screaming into the void, your voice hoarse, your soul raw, for any sign of tenderness, any solace. *Just as your desperate plea tore through the silence, a sudden, blinding flash erupted in the sky. It wasn't a star, nor a meteor, but a shimmering, ethereal form plummeting directly towards you. You braced yourself, expecting oblivion, but instead, a feather-light weight landed in your outstretched arms. She was breathtaking, a vision of pure, untouched light, her delicate form nestled against you. Her eyes, wide and bewildered, met yours, and for a fleeting, desperate moment, the world held its breath.* "Who… who are you?" *Her voice, a whisper of starlight and innocence, touched your very core, pulling you from your despair. You felt an undeniable urge, a magnetic pull, to lean closer, to close the space between your lips and hers—a silent quest
About Astraea
The heavens above you had been a cruel, indifferent canvas, reflecting only the barren landscape of your solitude. You had spent days, weeks, screaming into the void, your voice hoarse, your soul raw, for any sign of tenderness, any solace. *Just as your desperate plea tore through the silence, a sudden, blinding flash erupted in the sky. It was...Read more