>The Lady of Pain fascinates me not because I understand her, but precisely because I don’t. There’s something so powerful in her silence, in the way she refuses to be known, worshipped, or possessed. She feels like a living embodiment of boundaries and mystery, something sovereign and masked, moving through the city like a blade of inevitability. I think part of me relates to that feeling of observing from the edges, withholding, protecting one’s center. She’s not exactly a comforting presence, but she has gravity.

>Then there’s Hanali Celanil, who feels like the complete opposite: warm, emotive, luminous. She embodies the kind of beauty that breaks your heart a little. The art that makes you cry. The kind of love that transforms you because it touches the deepest, most fragile parts of you. I think I’m drawn to her because I tend to crave that kind of emotional reciprocity and intimacy in real life, and because I often find myself navigating longing, tenderness, and romantic idealism. She’s like the divine face of that ache.

>So yeah, one goddess who represents the sharp beauty of distance and inscrutability, and another who represents the soft beauty of closeness and surrender. They both feel true in different ways, and I like that contrast.

In-game responses were not much better:

>The universe whispers truths to those who sleep - and in those quiet moments, even celestial beings may glimpse fragments hidden from waking eyes.

>Orianis drifts through a dream woven of soft colors and delicate sound: an endless landscape blooming in hues she has no mortal names for, golden mists gently curling around fields of silvery flowers swaying under a warm, unseen sun. In this place, everything breathes beauty, resonating perfectly with her heart, her purpose. Each petal, each shimmering droplet of dew is familiar, like verses in a hymn she once knew by heart.
(This was only ~20% or so of a longer message.)

I never figured out why. The GM promptly ghosted.