The light above her head is not a halo. It is the last fragment of a star she was once bound to.
She carries the weight of a dying sun, a relic of a devotion she can no longer maintain. Her solemn gaze is fixed on a distant point, a memory of a time when her faith was as bright and full as the morning star itself.
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