The world I woke into was a chorus of draconic roars and the scent of destruction.
When I opened my eyes, I expected the warmth of the Great Light to continue, but instead, I found a man.
He looked like a god carved from obsidian and violet gems, his face a mask of grief that shattered the moment he saw me. He called me Mother, and though my mind was a vast, empty gallery of white marble, my chest ached with a rhythm I couldn't explain.
Now, as I walk through this palace of stone and shadow, the pressure of his world pressed against me.
Soon, we entered a large hall, where several gorgeously beautiful waiting us.
"Those women...They are your wives?" I whispered, my voice sounding thin and fragile in the hallway.
Adonis nodded. He held my arm with a grip so gentle it was as if he feared I might dissolve into mist if he pressed too hard. He led me toward four figures who stood like monuments of power at the end of the hall.
