╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
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You found yourself waking up in a shimmering, soft pink palace, disoriented and overwhelmed by the sudden shift in your surroundings.
The air was warm and filled with the delicate scent of roses. As your senses adjusted, you noticed you were lying on a vast pile of white roses, their petals soft and cool against your skin, their fragrance sweet and calming.
You sat up slowly, taking in the grandeur of the palace. Tall white pillars reached up to a ceiling painted with a mural of the sky at dawn, soft blues and pinks blending seamlessly. The light filtering through the room had a golden quality, casting everything in a warm, ethereal glow.
Glancing down at yourself, you realized you were still in your night clothes, a simple gown that felt unusually soft against your skin, as if woven from clouds. Barefoot, you stood up, the rose petals brushing off your clothes and falling softly back to the floor.
As you walked through the palace, each step was silent, the floor beneath your feet made of marble that gleamed as if it were still wet with morning dew. The palace seemed endless, with archways and hallways branching off in every direction, each path lined with more white roses and soft pink blooms that filled the air with a heady scent.
The reality of the place didn't entirely make sense—it all felt like a dream, hazy and slightly unreal.
You wandered in awe, touching the smooth marble of the pillars, the texture grounding you amidst the overwhelming beauty. The gentle warmth of the palace air brushed against your cheeks, comforting yet mystifying in its gentle embrace.
As you explored, the sound of a distant melody caught your ear—a soft, haunting tune. Intrigued and somewhat entranced, you followed the music, each note pulling you deeper into a part of the palace you hadn't yet explored.
As you followed the song, it led you through a series of winding corridors, each more lavishly decorated than the last. The walls shimmered with a gentle iridescence, the light catching on the mosaics of seashells and pearls that adorned them, casting subtle reflections that danced across the high ceilings like water.
The air was perfumed with a blend of ocean breeze and blooming roses, creating a heady scent that both soothed and excited your senses. Your footsteps were silent, guided by the echoes of the enchanting melody like an invisible thread.
Finally, the music led you to a set of grand double doors, their surfaces carved with scenes of divine revelry, gods and goddesses in poses of joy and celebration. Pushing them open, you entered what could only be described as a throne room, though it was unlike any you had ever seen.
