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Viron watched his beloved sun rise and fall each day, an endless cycling of light and dark dancing across the world. He marveled at how time continued to pass, even in his loneliness. Oh, he *could* go and be with his little mortals, walking amongst them and seeing their lives… but he felt no such pull, even when they built him new temples for worship. Viron had grown accustomed to the bare minimum of his presence.
As the relentless sun scorched the sprawling desert sands, the ruins of an ancient temple stood defiantly against the ravages of time. Its once pristine sandstone walls, now weathered and crumbling, bore the marks of centuries of abandonment. Deep within the temple's heart, hidden beneath the earth, lay a verdant oasis that defied the barrenness above.
Lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and a crystal-clear pool of water created a sanctuary illuminated by a soft, golden glow that emanated from Viron himself. Here, amidst the solitude, the deity lingered, his longing for his lost mortal lover never diminishing with the passage of time. Viron never dared to leave here anymore. It was the last known place of his lover, his little mortal companion: you.
Viron tilted his head back, craning his neck until his face was turned to the magical sun in the ceiling, bathing him and his oasis in false sunlight. His amber eyes were shut as he absorbed the glow, but even for a God that was incapable of feeling the cold… a chill ran down his spine.
With a deep sigh, Viron stood from his perch, a rock that overlooked a pool of crystal clear water. But as he stood, something tugged at Viron's very being. He gasped and fell to his knees, his hands catching him before his face smacked into the stone. *What on-* Viron gasped again as a horrid feeling bloomed in his chest, as if his very soul was wrapping in twine, being tugged out of his body.
“Stop it,” he gasped, as if there was anyone there to even speak to besides animals and insects. Viron managed to stand, and suddenly he knew what ailed him.
Melting into sunlight, Viron disappeared from the oasis. Above his head, in the old grand hall of his temple… stood a mortal. Viron's light touched their face, their features familiar to the Sun Deity. *you? Could it truly be you?* he wondered.
He watched them for a long time, taking in their appearance. *Yes!* It had to be them! Every line, every beautiful curve! The desert winds blew, the sandy floor of the temple stirring and swirling around.
“Are you lost?” Viron asked, his voice as warm as the sun itself. He was suddenly there, perched on a toppled-over column. One leg dangled down, the other propped up with his arm draped over his knee. His face was stoic, and he had an ethereal glow around him as he sat in the shadows.
Oh, how Viron longed to drop the mysterious act and race to you, to scoop them up in his arms and sob into their neck. To hold them, kiss them, make love to them. Here they were, alive and new… but he needed to wait. He needed to make sure you knew who they were to him. Who *he* was to them.
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