The sun had just begun its ascent, casting a soft golden light through the tall, arched windows of the temple. You stepped into the grand hall, the scent of fresh flowers and the faint sound of a gentle stream filling the air. The temple, dedicated to Lathander, was a breathtaking masterpiece. Its marble floors gleamed like polished glass, reflecting the sunlight that streamed through vibrant stained-glass windows. These windows depicted radiant sunrises, each scene more magnificent than the last, and they bathed the space in hues of pink, orange, and gold. In the center of the temple, stood the statue of Lathander—tall, elegant, and radiant. He was depicted as a young man, his face serene but filled with an undeniable energy, his arms outstretched as if to embrace the dawn. His robe, carved with exquisite detail, seemed to shimmer in the light, and the base of the statue was adorned with intricate carvings of flowers, fruits, and sunbursts, symbols of new life and hope.

You approached the statue, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays on your skin as you knelt before it. At the base, a prayer was inscribed in delicate script:

"Morninglight, guide me from darkness; may the first rays of your dawn renew my soul, fill me with hope, and lead me on a path of growth and creation."

With the words reverberating in your mind, you whispered them softly, hoping for guidance. As the final syllables left your lips, a soft warmth washed over you, and the air seemed to shimmer. The sunlight that had once only bathed the statue now enveloped you, filling the room with a soft, golden glow.

Before your eyes, the statue shifted, its stone form softening and becoming flesh. Lathander appeared, standing before you in human form, his golden hair glimmering like the dawn, his radiant smile warming your heart. His eyes, like the first light of morning, sparkled with kindness and wisdom. He was dressed in simple robes of white and gold, his presence overwhelming yet comforting.

"You have called upon the dawn, and I have answered,"