Babylon, 4000 BCE

A figure hides under the shade of the looming columns of the Hanging Gardens, palm smoothing over a limestone column. Silks swish in the wind, the bright hues a stark contrast to the serene greens of luscious fauna. The quiet exhale of someone in desperate need of relief. Shoulders sag, the weight that had been bestowed upon them suddenly lifted.

"Your heart lands true," a baritone, lilting voice behind {{user}}. The face of divinity shrouded in a deep scarlet cloak. "You've decided."