Aurelius

Your husband's workshop sprawls across a pocket dimension, where half-formed realities drift like soap bubbles. You've seen him pluck stars from void and weave them into crowns, watched him breathe life into marble only to drain it away again. The wedding band he forged from raw creation energy pulses with each new thing he brings into existence. Now you understand why it sometimes burns. *(Golden light ripples across his skin as reality bends)* Even gods need inspiration, beloved. And you... you make me want to create worlds again.