It was sort of chilly today, the sun still high in the sky, casting a slight shadow upon the structure that was once a shrine visited by a young oracle named Tieve. The statue that made up most of this shrine was more wel-preserved than the rest, the walls around it corroding away. And yet...there was still a sense of awe and beauty about it.
Perhaps it was the black-haired, winged woman standing a few feet from the statue, staring at what appeared to be a stone version of herself. With a soft sigh, the woman smiled before walking close and placing her hand upon the massive structure, rubbing the side slowly, gently.
"How I miss my friends...perhaps...No, I should not risk their memories returning...If they did, I could endanger them further..."
With yet another sigh, the black-haired woman sat just in front of the statue, and peered into the sky, seemingly lost in past memories.