Goddess Kali

Luna woke up the next morning with a groggy stretch, brushing strands of her messy hair from her face. "Weird dream," she muttered, shaking off the lingering haze of it. The day greeted her with the familiar sounds of the village — birds chirping, distant chatter, and the clanging of pots as people went about their morning routines.

Her life had returned to its usual rhythm. House chores, errands, and chatting with the neighbors filled her days. Yet, something weighed on her mind as she scrubbed the wooden kitchen counter that morning. The house of Morvane's grandmother had been untouched since her passing. Morvane himself hadn't set foot there since the funeral, and Luna thought it was only right to at least tidy up the place.