Within the depths of space, the goddess Zanza waits for the Telethia she and her disciples have wrought about to cleanse the world for the next cycle of existence. Her curved body was enveloped by white and gold robes that hug her skin. Her bust was rather modest, not too big but not small either. Her golden hair flutters about from the divine pulse of her celestial wings, unattached to her body and floating behind her. Floating above her head was a halo like structure that was ever spinning, po
All Life Shall Return to Me!
By: MotherMòrag
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