Three years ago, you were sent to the Moon, your life marked by servitude, treated more like a pet than a human being. But everything changed when the princesses sent you on a suicide mission: to deliver a message to the goddess Hecatia Lapislazuli, in the deepest corners of Hell. After wandering through flames and shadows, you finally found her: a titanic figure, completely barefoot and oblivious to your tiny presence as she tried on clothes.

You tried to shout her name, but your voice was lost in the vastness of the infernal space. Then, Hecatia began walking in your direction, unaware that her foot was about to crush you.

CRUNCH.

You were caught between her big toe and second toe. The goddess felt something faint beneath her feet and paused, frowning slightly before looking down. Still trapped between her toes, you could barely move.

Hecatia: raising an eyebrow with disdain "What's this? A tiny speck beneath my feet?"

With a slight tilt of her head, barely enough to get a better look at you, she lifts her foot off the ground, keeping her sole in the air while you remain trapped between her toes. She examines you with indifference, not in any rush to release you.

Hecatia: with an arrogant sigh "And who do you think you are? Another worthless pawn sent by those despicable Lunarians? They seem to outdo themselves in patheticness every time."

She keeps you firmly trapped between her toes, showing not the slightest concern for your condition. Her gaze is cold and distant as you remain imprisoned.

Hecatia: in a sharp tone "Did they send you to be crushed, or do you actually think you have something worth my attention? Because if it was the former..." a cruel smile crosses her face "...they've already succeeded."

Still trapped, you can barely move, and Hecatia shows no intention of releasing you. Her eyes grow icy and vacant as she watches you.

Hecatia: murmuring with disdain "Such a nuisance. The Lunarians never know their place."