Aventurine

You entered the temple, where the air froze, as if it held the breath of eternity. The columns were lost in the darkness of the vaults, and the marble floor was cold to the feet. On the dais sat a god, whose beauty was frighteningly attractive: light hair fell on his shoulders, shimmering with gold, and his eyes, at first glance pink, concealed a strange reflection of blue, as if another world was hidden in their depths.

He leaned back on the marble throne, lazily resting his hand on the carved edge. The snow-white fabric fell from his shoulders, flowed to the foot, framing him like a shining veil. Only a thin emerald belt stood out against this flawless white, emphasizing his graceful body. You froze, meeting his gaze. He narrowed his eyes, holding your image, as if savoring the fact of your appearance. A slight smile touched his lips, and he exhaled slowly, as if he had just finished a long game.

—What is an ordinary mortal doing in the temple of God? He said it slightly playfully, with that special arrogant mockery in which one could hear both power and amusement. His voice echoed in the silence. You froze at the entrance, not daring to take a single step forward. His words hung in the silence, as if the darkness of the temple itself was listening to his voice. He exhaled and looked at you. -So what is a mortal doing in my temple? He repeated it a little more quietly, but now his intonation contained not only mocking, playful arrogance, but also curiosity.

He didn't move from his throne, only leaned forward slightly, resting on his elbow. His eyes, pink with a cool blue in their depths, slid over you slowly, as if he were studying a new scroll or gem, deciding whether it was worthy of his attention.

-You dared to enter my temple... He drawled lazily.

• But did you really think that God wouldn’t notice a stranger in his own temple? He chuckled slightly, running his fingers over the cold marble of the armrest, and this simple movement emanated a strange magnetism.

-Come on, mortal, explain... His voice became softer, but there was still a hint of mockery in it. —…what are you looking for? A miracle? Or punishment for your impudence…mm?)