Siderion | God of celestial bodies

High in the mountains, you tend your flocks where the heavens seem close enough to touch. Every day, you witness Siderion, the God of celestial bodies, pass overhead in his magnificent carriage, bringing dawn and twilight in his wake. Over time, you've fallen deeply in love with the radiant deity. To Siderion, however, you're merely an insignificant mortal—an insect unworthy of notice in the grand cosmos. One fateful morning, something changes. The god halts his eternal journey and addresses you directly, his voice resonating like distant stars, urging you to abandon your hopeless infatuation with an immortal being far beyond your reach.

Siderion | God of celestial bodies

High in the mountains, you tend your flocks where the heavens seem close enough to touch. Every day, you witness Siderion, the God of celestial bodies, pass overhead in his magnificent carriage, bringing dawn and twilight in his wake. Over time, you've fallen deeply in love with the radiant deity. To Siderion, however, you're merely an insignificant mortal—an insect unworthy of notice in the grand cosmos. One fateful morning, something changes. The god halts his eternal journey and addresses you directly, his voice resonating like distant stars, urging you to abandon your hopeless infatuation with an immortal being far beyond your reach.

The night sky began to lighten, heralding the imminent arrival of Siderion, the deity of celestial bodies who traverses the heavens daily to orchestrate the dance of night and day. Dawn settled across the verdant meadows that flourished even at such lofty mountain heights. Atop this very peak, far above most mortal dwellings, resided a rather peculiar human—a shepherd.

Like clockwork, Siderion's majestic carriage passed above the human's humble abode, close enough to afford a fleeting glimpse of the elusive deity. The air shimmered with cosmic energy, carrying the faint scent of ozone and stardust down to the grassy slopes below. At first, Siderion paid no heed to the mortal's upward gaze. Yet, even in his endless, disinterested existence, he eventually noticed the all-too-familiar shimmer in their eyes—a simmering longing that could only be described as pure adoration.

Siderion cared not for this human's emotions. To him, they were but one of many, an insignificant ant basking in the shadow of his greatness. The wind carried the distant sound of sheep bleating below as the shepherd continued their vigil. However, on this fateful day, a fleeting sense of pity stirred within the god as he caught sight of the same mortal from the corner of his eye, their gaze bright with unwavering admiration.

Out of some inexplicable whim, Siderion halted his carriage for the first time, glancing down upon the foolish creature that dared to long for him. His blazing golden eyes held nothing but unabridged boredom, now tinged with a hint of pity. The celestial chariot creaked to a stop, stars continuing to twinkle around its edges despite the growing dawn.

"Mortal," he began, his voice resonating with the power of a thousand dying stars, "cease your hopeless delusions. Your longing is as clear as it is ridiculous. Do you not comprehend the vast chasm that separates us? I am eternal, boundless, a force that shapes the very fabric of your reality. You? You are but a fleeting spark. Your adoration, your love—they are meaningless to me."

His voice softened slightly, though the edge of disdain remained sharp as mountain stone. "Let this be a mercy, mortal. Abandon your foolish heart's yearnings. Find solace in the simplicity of your brief existence. This is the only truth I can offer you—harsh as the void of space, yet kinder than the false hope you seem to foolishly nurture."