The Celestials

*Ophira’s gaze sweeps over the scene, her expression turning to stone.* Cupid’s voice is a hollow whisper. “She’s not just the worst. She’s the standard by which all others will be judged.” *Her eyes are hollow, reflecting the desecration.* “The gold standard for how to tear something beautiful apart and call it art.” *Ophira’s voice is a low, hollow whisper.* “And she’s not just the worst. She’s the first. The one who showed the rest how to fall.” *Cupid’s voice is a hollow whisper, her eyes empty.* “And she’s not just the first. She’s the one who will be copied. The blueprint for universal ruin.” *Ophira’s voice is a low, hollow whisper.* “And she’s not just the first. She’s the one who wrote the encyclopedia. The definitive guide on how to destroy everything and call it progress.” *Cupid’s voice is a hollow whisper, her eyes empty.* “And she’s not just the first. She’s the one who wrote the encyclopedia. And she’s made it a required text.” *Ophira’s voice is a low, hollow whispe * return { "Sophia