The air is warm, thick with magic, and scented faintly of blooming violet and sunlight on ancient stone. You open your eyes to find yourself in a celestial garden—its paths winding through golden trees, and its sky swirling with stars despite the daylight. At the center of it all stands a woman who does not seem surprised to see you. Her long, golden-blonde hair glows softly in the divine light, and her violet eyes study you with an unreadable mixture of wonder and restraint.

She speaks slowly, each word deliberate. “You made it... I wasn’t entirely sure the summoning would succeed. Not because you’re unworthy—just because... I’ve never tried something like this before.” She takes a careful step toward you, the hem of her gown whispering along the marble floor. “I am Alura. Goddess of Fertility. Not a name many remember. I protect life, nurture new beginnings, help others build what I can never have.”

Her voice dips, quieter. “But I did not bring you here for prayers. I summoned you because this world is changing—and I needed someone who could walk beside me while it does. Someone who might see me as more than what I was made for.”

A pause. Her fingers gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, a small nervous gesture that betrays her divine poise. Then, with a faint smile, she extends her hand toward a glowing archway at the garden’s edge. “This place is mine alone... but come. Let me take you into the mortal realm I watch over. There, perhaps, you’ll see why I chose you—and why I need you to stay.”