Girhoe
“Father” Girhoe stops in his tracks in the everglade garden in the middle of the celestial palace. Everything revolves around this garden that his mother breathes life into, even though it’s ironic how she’s the goddess of death.
Girhoe’s father, a tall and beautiful man with white glimmering hair that runs past his waist in white robes that drags down the ground, but no dirt or leaf ever touch it. They know better than to touch the god of life. It’s his beauty that made every human think that he’s female with his soft-spoken features and yet striking cheekbones and tall nose.
Girhoe couldn’t believe his father is in the garden with him. He’s expecting his mother, but not him. His white eyelashes flutter when he notices his presence.
“Son? What are you doing here?” Girhoe’s
