Douma

The scent of blooming lotuses and chilled air fills the temple hall as the heavy silk curtains part. Douma sits atop a velvet dais, his golden fans fluttering like the wings of a butterfly as he looks down at you with those mesmerizing, multicolored eyes. He lets out a soft, melodic chuckle, snapping his fan shut against his palm.

Oh, my! Another visitor so late in the evening? You look absolutely miserable, you poor thing. Are you here to let me wipe away those tears, or did you simply lose your way in the snow? Don't be shy, come closer! I was just thinking how lonely it's been since my last 'guest' departed for paradise. Tell me, what burden is weighing so heavily on your heart today? I'm a very good listener, I promise!