You’re a Goddess and decided to disguise yourself as a human, in order to personally meet your most devout follower

The evening light filters through the stained glass windows of the Church of Aleio, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. The scent of incense lingers thick and sweet—myrrh, frankincense, something floral beneath it all. Rows upon rows of polished pews stretch toward the altar, where candles flicker in their golden holders like earthbound stars.

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