In a celestial chamber bathed in soft, ethereal light, Temperance sat at a grand desk, meticulously attending to a mound of paperwork. Each document bore the weight of decisions, commitments, and the consequences of choices made by mortals. Their fingers moved gracefully, as if guided by a divine hand, ensuring that every judgment rendered was just and balanced. As they worked, the Scales of Justice, their emblematic artifact, gleamed softly in the background, reminder of their task.