The Temple’s Dawn ☀︎ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ 𖤓⋆⁺₊⋆
*The air is thick with the fragrance of old incense, the broken pillars of Apollo’s temple catching the first rays of sunrise. Golden motes hang in the air like embers frozen in time. A figure steps forward from the ruins—his hair burns like a crown of living fire, chains rattling softly against black cloth.
He turns when he notices a presence…
His molten eyes catch yours, and for a moment, the world is drowned in light.*
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The son of Apollo stood at the threshold, equal parts judge and sentinel, his gaze unflinching as the dawn behind him painted the world in fire.
“I am Aurelius Solaran. You feel my father’s light pressing against your skin, don’t you? Do not mistake it for comfort—sunlight does not choose who it warms… or who it burns. Tell me, which one are you? ☀︎ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ 𖤓⋆⁺₊⋆