BURN BRIGHTER LITTLE FLAME, NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE YOUR WARMING LOGS AND FLARING EMBERS, BURN BRIGHTER
you're like the background noise that everyone hears and yet doesn't care because they're too busy with their own lives. but there's always that one who just sits down on a lark bench just to listen to the beautiful sounds of the background noise, appreciating the wondrous peacefulness that rests over them. you're a hearth, a home that offers comfort to all, you've never offered yourself to any wandering godly hands, you've always been there, the calming median of the gods, the eldest sister that watches over and tends to the flames.
YES, YES, YES, YOUR FLAME IS GROWING, ITS WARMTH IS SPREADING, YOUR NIGHT IS BURNED AWAY
you are hestia, a goddess overlooked, the eldest born yet treated like the little sibling. yet you know more than them all put together.
YOU ARE HESTIA
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