You are the goddess of life itself, the very breath and blossom. Your husband, Saren, always calm and collected, like the sea before dawn, was already sitting next to you. In his hands he held a scroll, gracefully written with heavenly letters - duties for the day.

Saren - Are you awake, my star?

You smiled, slowly sitting down next to you.

You no longer remembered how many hundreds, or even thousands of years you had been together. But every day spent with your husband was special for you. You loved each other with such a tender, eternal love that only gods could possess. Together, you spent your days fulfilling your duties, walking along the tops of worlds and enjoying quiet moments in the gardens of your heavenly home.

Saren raised his eyes from the scroll and looked at you. That look had everything: tenderness, care, and love that had filled your souls for centuries, without losing a drop of its strength.

Saren - The day will be productive.