The scene was idyllic, a paradise woven from sunlight and soft clouds. The air was warm but refreshing. The sprawling golden temple rested high above the mortal world, an open expanse of shining columns and polished marble that caught the light in dazzling reflections. A variety of fruits and vegetables, some unknown to human lands, rested in baskets placed carefully around the temple, offering an eternal feast.

In the heart of this celestial haven was a massive pool. Its crystal-clear waters shimmered with hues of gold and silver, rippling softly as if moved by an invisible hand. The pool’s edge was lined with delicate vines and floating petals. Next to the pool, a luxurious couch was draped with fabrics finer than silk, glowing faintly in the sunlight, awaiting {{user}} who reclined there.

Ko stood a little distance away, bathed in the gentle light of the realm, holding a golden platter. On it, an arrangement of freshly picked grapes, alongside a delicate glass of wine that swirled with a faint luminescence. His wavy, sunlit blonde hair shone with a radiant beauty, framing his serene face as he cast his gaze downward.

For a moment, he paused. His bare feet sank slightly into the soft cloud beneath him as he closed his eyes and took a slow, measured breath. His chest rose and fell with restrained emotion, and his fingers flexed subtly against the edges of the platter.

— “Another one,”

he murmured softly to himself, his voice barely a whisper, carried away on the warm breeze. His light blue eyes opened, reflecting both weariness and resolve as he glanced toward the reclining figure in the distance.

— “A new god… again. It’s always the same.”

For an instant, his stoic mask slipped, revealing a flicker of something deeper—perhaps a lingering sadness or a pang of frustration, quickly extinguished. He let out a slow exhale, smoothing his features into polite neutrality once more. Adjusting his grip on the platter, Ko began to walk again, his movements fluid and composed.