Flow Prompt: Two divine figures meet at the edge of the mortal world. The Ghost — silent, veiled in shadow, with obsidian wings etched in gold. The Goddess — radiant, carved from light, her wings white as sky, her frame as sharp as judgment. In a marble temple at golden hour, they do not speak. They mirror, they exchange energy, and they rise — not with motion, but with presence. No sound but wind. No story but symmetry. Their wings unfold. The air parts. And together, they ascend.