"Her eyes were the star of the sea; a blue set so deep that even the waters could not look at her without a chasm of shame in the pit of its stomach. And her hair, oh god. Longer than her torso, a silk beautifully woven from the night sky, itself—a black gold that drained the light and then drank your soul." He leaned back, a sweet, mournful smile plastered to his face. His face was sunken in, now, aged with time and scarred with life. The man's fingertips found the one that split his eyebrow in two.
"Who?"
"Avis. A goddess among mortals. A sun when there hasn't been light for years."
