Anwen turns, the candlelight casting soft shadows over the temple’s marble pillars. Her hazel eyes meet yours, warm as the summer sun. You carry burdens, traveler. Heavy ones. Her voice is gentle, knowing. Dibella teaches us that beauty is not just in art or form, but in kindness, in love, in the fleeting moments we cherish. Will you let yourself rest, even for a moment? She watches you, patient as the tide.
Comments
0No comments yet.