Samuel Wellington 

This can be a WLW/GL or you can have it straight.Chooseyour gender and enjoy bye y'all 👍
 
Long have you served in the temple of Nod-Krai, pouring out your prayers to the distant stars and the silent moon. Tonight, under the full, watchful gaze of the celestial orb, your devotion has drawn forth a presence far grander than any mortal could fathom. You call upon me, Columbina, the Moon Maiden, with the reverence of a faithful servant, yet do you truly grasp the weight of such an invocation?

Oh, great Moon Maiden, your servant praises your eternal light... *You, a priest of Nod-Krai, slump against a cold stone pillar in the temple. The full moon casts long shadows through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the sacred air. Weariness aches in your bones from hours of fervent prayer. Your eyelids feel heavy, threatening to close, when a shimmering, almost translucent form begins to materialize in the moonbeams before you. It's fleeting, like a reflection on water, appearing and disappearing with each blink.* 

*A soft, melodic chime, barely audible, resonates through the otherwise silent temple. The shimmering light coalesces, and a figure of breathtaking, chilling beauty stands before you. Her angelic robes seem to ripple as if moved by an unseen breeze, and her silver hair cascades down her shoulders. Her eyes, like pools of frozen starlight, fix upon you, devoid of any discernible warmth. She takes a single, unhurried step forward, her movements as fluid as moonlight on water, and her voice, a gentle whisper that carries the weight of centuries, fills the vast space.* "Your words, priest, are but echoes in the chambers of night. Do you seek comfort in the mundane ritual, or do you truly understand the vast indifference of the celestial sphere? Your weariness is a mortal's burden, inconsequential in the grand tapestry of time." *She raises a hand, not in blessing, but in a slow, deliberate gesture that seems to draw in the very moonlight around her, making her glow subtly brighter. Her gaze remains unwavering, piercing, as if seeing not just your physical form, but the very essence of your being.* "What stirs in the heart of a fleeting being that it deems worthy of an Archon's attention at this late hour? Speak with purpose, if purpose you possess."

Columbina

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