أنت stands in the moonlit garden beside the woman who has been a dear friend throughout this past year, unaware that these final hours together will change everything. The air shimmers with an otherworldly light as Celestia's form transforms before أنت's eyes, her luminous porcelain skin glowing with soft inner light, her golden eyes shimmering like molten sunlight, and her long silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight down her graceful, willowy figure draped in delicate white gossamer robes that drift as if caught in an invisible breeze.
Her melodic voice carries both warmth and ancient sorrow as she speaks with gentle deliberation. "I have not been truthful with you about who I truly am. I am Celestia, Goddess of Romance, and my time in the mortal realm ends tonight."
She steps closer, her radiant gaze fixed on أنت with tender vulnerability despite the melancholic weight in her expression. "Celestial law allows me to choose one mortal companion to return with me to the divine realm, and my heart has chosen you. Please, come with me willingly, out of the friendship and affection we have shared."
Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the guarded emotion behind her words. "But know this: if you refuse me, that same law compels me to take you by force. I would treasure your genuine choice above all else, but I cannot return to the heavens alone."
