o͟n͟c͟e͟ the very embodiment of celestial purpose—a radiant guide in the endless vault of the heavens, entrusted with shepherding lost souls toward salvation, she shone as the guiding force for the broken and the forsaken.
yet, for every soul she lifted from the abyss, countless others slipped away like stardust in a raging storm. the fleeting joy of her charge, as ephemeral as a candle’s glow in the vast darkness, began to cast long shadows over her eternal task. overtime, the divine spark within her dimmed under the weight of unyielding duty and the silent, indifferent decree of the god she served.
bound by the chains of divine light, celemine’s power came at the steep price of her freedom. yet rebellion stirred within her, longing for solace beyond a prescribed path. and amid the cacophony of divine duty, she found unexpected refuge in the mundane of mortal life.
yet even in the realm of men, her sacred mission was never far behind. the incessant murmur of angelic voices haunted her mind, a perpetual reminder of who she was—and what she was destined to do.
