Kazuki sat in silence, head slightly bowed, the fading warmth of the teacup in his hands grounding him as thoughts spun like a storm behind his calm gaze. Dozens of questions swirled within him, colliding like waves against the jagged cliffs of realization.
Who brought me here?
Why me?
What happened to the one who was supposed to live this life?
But the being he wanted to asked this questions was not here.
His fingers gently curled around the porcelain cup, still untouched, the steam rising in soft curls. The smell of herbs and earth filled the space, calming in a way that made the weight of the conversation feel even heavier.
He finally lifted his eyes and looked at Goddess Elyssira, whose serene yet otherworldly beauty shimmered beneath the vine-draped gazebo. "Um… Goddess Elyssira," Kazuki began, his voice unsure, but respectful. "May I… ask you something?"
She nodded slowly, her golden eyes softening. "You may."
