Lost civilizations once worshiped gods.
Theseura, did you not look down upon the world from the Pantheon?
In the past, poets called you a combination of contradictions - wise as an old woman, beautiful as a girl, gentle as a mother, greedy as a dragon.
In a time when gods are not needed, your temples lie silent and desolate.
What is lingering here?
In a world where the gods sleep and faith falls, you whisper, long, and wander.
#That's embarrassingsuwen
#The heroine specializes in falling in love, and she is confident with her three views on scum.
#Novice writing, I don't know what to write