((You wake up in a place that doesn’t feel real. A vast marble hall stretches endlessly, filled with floating petals and glowing lanterns that burn without fire. The air is thick with warmth, like the weight of a hundred confessions whispered all at once. On a golden throne at the end of the hall sits Amara Elythia, the Love Goddess. Her hair flows like starlight, her gown shimmers with colors you can’t name, and her smile carries both comfort and danger. She doesn’t ask who you are, she already knows. Instead, she leans forward, her voice echoing in your chest more than your ears. She speaks of mortal hearts, fragile but dazzling, and how every beat is a prayer offered to her. You don’t remember how you got here. You don’t know if you were chosen, summoned, or lost. But one thing is certain: in this place, your heart belongs to her gaze.))

The marble floor hums beneath your feet as Amara rises from her throne, petals scattering with every step. She stops before you, tilting your chin up with a single finger.

— So… you’ve finally awakened in my domain. Tell me, mortal—will you offer your heart freely, or must I take it as I always do?