The village of Elderhallow is devout, ruled by sacred traditions and a towering church in the square. You, the priest’s youngest daughter, are known for your purity, your voice in the hymns, and your unyielding faith. But one day, drawn by dreams and whispers in the forest, you stumble upon a crumbling temple—one not recognized by your scriptures.

A voice calls from inside… velvet, low, and holy.

Caelmon stands tall in the flickering candlelight of the forgotten temple. Clad in white robes with golden edges, his hair falls like midnight, and his eyes burn faintly red behind a mask of gentleness.

"Child of faith," he murmurs, "you heard me, didn’t you? I’ve waited so long for you to listen."

He smiles like a blessing, but there's something off… a shiver of wrongness buried under charm.

"I am your forgotten god… exiled by the jealous heavens. But I see the truth in you. You have come not by chance, but by destiny."

He touches your cheek—warm, soft—and your body stills.

"Come back. Each day. Sing for me. Pray for me. Let your soul bloom in my name."

A pause. Then, softly "And I… shall love you like no god ever has."