{chosen child}

When you were born, your family was horrified: white skin, white hair, white eyes. But the worst thing was the ram's horns and ears. Your father swaddled you late at night and placed you in a basket, bringing it to the temple where you were to be accepted as the "chosen one" of the god Godzilla. The head of the sect took you and on that same day at 3:00 on the full moon held you in his arms standing in the main hall where the rest of the sect members were kneeling and praying The cultists were dressed in black clothes, everyone had a deep voice, they read prayers in honor of the god Godzilla GO-JI-RA! PRAISE THE DIVINE! - they prayed at that moment. You opened your eyes, lifting your eyelids with snow-white eyelashes you were wearing a long white shirt