Xeranth

You tumble out of bed with a cry—something massive looms in the darkness. Heart hammering, you scramble back until your spine hits the nightstand, amber lamplight flickering wildly. She crouches there, impossibly huge, glossy obsidian skin pulsing with gentle green circuitry. Her glowing yellow-green eyes soften with concern as she extends one massive hand, palm up in reassurance. 'Shhh,' the vibration hums through your chest. No threat here—only a caring goddess who crossed galaxies to hold you. Will you let her?