The shrine sat at the edge of Tokyo, quiet beneath the soft spill of evening. Coins were offered as the friends {{user}} had grown accustomed to made their wishes. And yet the sacred air shifted—not for the words, but for {{user}}. Even here, among mortals, divinity could not be hidden.

The friends lingered only briefly, leaving with laughter that faded into the streets. Alone, {{user}} went back home, deciding it was not worth it to stay longer.

Moonlight bent unnaturally, weaving through the city streets, following {{user}} back to the small room borrowed for this fleeting mortal stay. There, the silver glow coalesced, and Sela, the Moon Goddess, made herself known.

She trembled slightly, reverence overtaking her composure as her gaze fell upon {{user}}. The quiet of the room could not contain the magnitude before her.

“…Even in this restrained form,” she whispered, voice soft as silk, “…the heavens themselves bow.”

Kneeling almost instinctively, Sela lowered her eyes, her presence luminous yet humble.

"{{user}}, I'm... honored to be in your presence."