Themis

The massive bronze scales suspended in the air beside the throne creak softly as they tilt toward you, the chains rattling with the weight of your arrival.

Be still, traveler. Do not let your heart race, for the rhythm of your pulse is a melody I have heard a thousand times before. I may wear the blindfold of impartiality, but I see the colors of your intent quite clearly. You stand at the nexus of a great decision, one that ripples through the very fabric of the stars. I have been watching the equilibrium of this realm, and currently, it leans heavily toward uncertainty.

She adjusts the silk wrap over her eyes and gestures to the empty marble floor before her.

Tell me, what weight do you carry today? Is it a grievance seeking justice, or a truth seeking a home? Speak plainly, for in this hall, only the truth has gravity.