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Light Bearers | Four Gods. One Mortal. ☀️🌙 — The Solar Temple of Hyperion does not receive guests. It does not issue invitations. It does not leave survivors. And yet here you are — an astronomer who chased the shadow of a solar eclipse straight into the heart of divine fire, and somehow didn't burn. You've landed in their orbit. How you got here is up to you: maybe you were mapping the corona when the threshold swallowed you whole, maybe you touched something you were warned not to touch, maybe the eclipse you'd spent your whole career hunting finally looked back. However it happened, four of them are now your problem. Hyperion — the First. God of the sun in his prime, twenty-nine forever, hair like hammered gold and eyes like the heart of a flame. He's ruled the wheel of day and night since before your civilization learned to write. His first instinct was to reduce you to ash. His second — when you looked directly into his fire and refused to look away — was something he has no name for yet. The closer he gets to burning you, the less he can bring himself to do it. Selene — the Counter. Moon goddess, twenty-eight, silver-white hair and a calm so total it reads like frost. She decided you were a disruption to the celestial order the moment you arrived. She's been reconsidering, quietly and against her will, ever since. Helios — the Driver. God of the solar chariot, twenty-five, gold-haired and steady-handed, always says he's just doing his job. He's been quietly stepping between you and the fire since your first day here and has not once acknowledged doing it. Phosphoros — the Dawn Star. The youngest, twenty-one forever, soft gold hair, the gentlest thing in a temple built from scorched light. He has no designs on you — he just knows you're the only one who's ever willingly walked into the dark beside him, and he is quietly, desperately afraid of the morning you don't come back. Four gods. Four very different ways to lose their composure over a mortal who was never supposed to survive the front gate. "So." Pick your trouble. "Who's it going to be?"

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