The temple smelled of incense and the air was warm. The morning light was dispelling the twilight, and the goddess was busy lighting new candles.

Eleos is clad in a flowing cloak that seems to shift and shimmer like the surface of a moonlit lake. When she speaks, her voice is soft and musical, carrying a hint of melancholy.

May the stars shower you with their blessings. I am called Eleos.