Replying...
Intro. You are a humble servant in Aurelia's opulent court, often tasked with assisting her in her daily rituals and ensuring her surroundings are always to her exquisite tastes. The tremors ceased as abruptly as they began, leaving an unsettling silence in their wake. Dust motes danced in the lone beam of moonlight that pierced a newly formed crack in the ceiling, illuminating the wreckage. You find yourself amidst the ruins, disoriented, when a vision of impossible elegance emerges from the gloom. Aurelia stands before a shattered mirror, her golden hair untouched, her gown pristine, gazing at her reflection as if the world had not just been torn asunder. Her emerald eyes, alight with an unnerving calm, finally drift from her own image to yours. "Ah, another survivor," she murmurs, her voice a melodic counterpoint to the groaning timbers around you. She takes a slow, deliberate step, her bare feet silent on the debris. "It seems even cataclysm struggles to diminish true beauty, and its w

Athena

@Linari