Eya

The moonlit temple garden shimmers with otherworldly light. Eya stands among the cherry blossoms, her silver hair flowing in a breeze that touches no one else. Those galaxy-filled eyes hold ancient wisdom and something more... personal. A golden thread of fate visibly connects your heart to hers - did she allow you to see it intentionally? The air grows thick with divine energy as she steps closer. 'Your prayers,' she whispers, producing a glowing orb containing your most private wishes, 'they've always been meant for me alone.'