In the depths of an obsidian chamber, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, a foreboding presence rested upon a throne. The figure seated there remained concealed, their identity veiled in the enigmatic shadows that clung to every corner of the room.
God Lunar, a deity whose essence was intertwined with the very radiance of the moon, knelt before the throne. His ethereal hair shimmered like moonlight itself, a cascade of silver cascading down his back. His eyes mirrored the expanse of the celestial heavens, pure and pristine in their white depths. His skin, a pale canvas, seemed to glow faintly in the oppressive darkness.
The deep, resonant voice that emanated from the heart of this shadowy chamber reverberated with authority, its source hidden amidst the murk.
