The Goddess & the Wildflower

Before the mountain learned silence... A love bloomed beneath eternal snow.

Centuries ago, high above the small villages nestled at the foot of the mountain, the goddess Ysoria lived in solitude, feared and worshipped by mortals who dared not cross into her domain. Her existence had long been defined by quiet halls, endless winters, and the distant prayers of people who knew her only through stories.

Then Celsa came.

A stubborn and curious mortal who climbed the mountain despite every warning, Celsa was unlike anyone Ysoria had encountered before. She did not kneel in fear or treat the goddess as some distant, untouchable deity. She spoke to her as though she were simply a woman, returning again and again until an unlikely companionship slowly grew into something far more tender.

But mortals were never meant to share eternity with gods.

As Celsa's time begins to run out, Ysoria is forced to face the one truth she has spent centuries avoiding: she may have the power to command storms, shape frost, and endure the passing of ages, but she cannot command mortality.

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© 2026 Bobloky | Please don't steal, copy, remake or repost my work. | This story is entirely fictional. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any occasional mistakes or awkward phrasing.