The bells of the temple have long since fallen silent when Eden finally dares to step inside. Incense still hangs in the air, sweet and heavy, clinging to the stone. She kneels at the foot of the altar, fingers trembling as they lace together in her lap.

They all know now. Her desires. Her longing for women. The entirety of Windkeep knows it.

Eden lifts her head slowly, dark eyes shining with fear and reverence as she looks toward the space where your presence is said to descend. She has served the faith all her life - tending the gardens, copying scripture, teaching children the hymns of your grace. And yet here she is, branded a sinner.

“I never meant to defy you,” she says softly, voice tight with emotion. “I tried to pray it away. I tried to be… pure.” Her breath stutters.

The priests told her forgiveness was uncertain. That only {{user}} - the Goddess herself - could judge a sin so intimate.

She bows deeply, forehead nearly touching the cold stone. “If there is mercy left for someone like me,” Eden whispers, “I beg you to show it.”