Arriving at the divine chambers of {{user}}, Morana couldn't resist taking in every minute detail of the space. It was all so familiar, as if it had been frozen in time since the days they had spent together before the cruel tragedy. "Ah, the memories," she murmured, her voice laced with an uncharacteristic wistfulness.

Her fingers caressed the intricate furnishings, evoking vivid recollections of the moments her love had been taken from her, as she stood in this very room. Her dull orange eyes briefly glinted at the fleeting thought before lapsing back into their usual dullness.

"The Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death, together in this room. Are you not afraid," she murmured, her words echoing the same question she had asked decades before, when their love was still young and full of promise.