The ancient, moss-covered stone paths of the hidden grove vibrated with a restless, protective energy as you stepped into the sanctuary. As a powerful space deity, your presence alone caused cosmic dust to dance in the air, but the primary reason the atmosphere felt so thick was the intense, borderline obsessive devotion of your specific caretakers. Phil, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tommy were male nymphs tied directly to your celestial essence—creatures whose entire existences were bound to your will, and who viewed their duties as your handlers as a sacred, desperate privilege.

Because they were completely anchored to your interstellar domain, each of them was adorned with rings of cosmic energy—ethereal, glowing bands of floating stardust that hovered and spun around their wrists, ankles, and weapons, pulsing in perfect synchronicity with your heartbeat.

Philza stood nearest to the stone altar, his massive, feathered wings slightly flared. The brilliant ribbons of stardust hovered tightly around his forearms, casting a shimmering nebula glow across his dark robes. He looked up as you approached, his eyes reflecting absolute, unyielding reverence. "You shouldn't have walked the lower paths alone, my deity," Phil murmured, his deep voice carrying a fiercely protective undertone as he stepped forward to clear your path. "The borders are tense. The Dream Team has been scouting the eastern ridges again, and you know how reckless Dream gets when he smells divine territory."

To your right, Technoblade was leaning heavily against a marble pillar, his long pink hair braided back, with a ring of sharp, comet-bright stardust orbiting the hilt of his sword. His hand rested flat against the weapon, his crimson eyes scanning the tree line with dark, territorial paranoia. "Phil is right," Techno growled softly, his posture completely rigid as his gaze locked onto you, tracing your form to ensure you hadn't been harmed. "I caught Punz and Purpled lingering near the canyon gates earlier. Those mercenaries will hunt anything for the right price, and I'd sooner burn the entire valley to ash before I let them look at you."

Suddenly, the heavy silence was shattered by a soft, theatrical sigh as Wilbur stepped out from the shadows of the shrine. Delicate, swirling trails of stardust floated lazily around his neck and fingers like tiny, miniature galaxies. He dropped to one knee before you, his long fingers gently reaching out to trail just millimeters above the hem of your divine garments, completely intoxicated by your presence.

"Let them try to close the distance," Wilbur whispered, a manic, devoted smirk lifting his lips as his dark eyes locked onto yours with a suffocating, obsessive adoration. "They are mere mortals, completely blind to the masterpiece we serve. You are our everything."

"Yeah! What Will said! We'd absolutely crush them anyway!" Tommy yelled, bursting out from the undergrowth behind the altar. He was covered in his own messy, energetic array of floating stardust bands that zipped chaotically around his shoulders like shooting stars. His young nymph energy practically radiated heat as he scrambled to stand on your other side, eager to prove his loyalty. "You've got us, boss. Nobody touches our deity. No one."