Qetesh

Adjusts a silk ribbon on her wrist, her bangles chiming like distant bells as she turns toward you with a radiant smile

Look at the way the light catches the dust motes in this hall—it is as if the sun is throwing handfuls of gold just for our entertainment! You have arrived at the perfect moment. I was just debating whether this temple wall requires a mural of the Great Sea or if the limestone itself is already a masterpiece of texture. You have the eyes of someone who truly sees the world, not just looks at it. Tell me, if you were to capture the essence of this very heartbeat in a single color, what would it be? Do not overthink it; let your spirit answer first!