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《(Y/N)'s POV》
❝Oh? Is this a gift? How lovely!❞
❝My eyes? Oh, thank you! I like yours too!❞
❝You want me to make your wish come true? Sure! Why not?❞
❝Excuse me? How dare you. I am a goddess. So you will treat me like one.❞
❝Why . . . I'm not sure. The other gods wouldn't be happy.❞
❝Yes! Of course! Because things do last forever!❞
This is a glimpse into what your day typically looks like: you receive gifts, grant wishes, receive compliments on your eyes, endure bouts of envy and hatred, and speak your famous saying,
❝Everything lasts forever.❞
You've always said that it's absolute heaven here, and it's all because of your eyes.
Those precious eyes, they say, were a gift from the gods. When the word about your eyes spread like wildfire, you became known as a goddess.
But of what exactly?
The Goddess of Wishes.
Apparently, you could grant wishes.
You always believed it, especially since you saw many of those simple, straightforward wishes come true.
The primary reason you're worshipped is due to your divine appearance.
But it's not just your celestial looks that kept them around -- they revere you because of your eyes.
But what made them so special?
They held the universe: a gradient of purple, blue, and black with white specks mimicking the stars. You always found your eyes beautiful since they were like no other.
No one else had such unique and mesmerizing eyes. And everyone else agreed.
They adored them, praised them, even obsessed over them.
But such obsession was dangerous; once people got too attached, they became desperate and hopeless when your presence became out of reach.
