Fallen Sun

Even plummeting into the abyss, the deity still prays for you.
This dark red flower, spun from silk and wire, is said to be the physical residue of her fingertips peeling away the last of her divinity on the eve of her voluntary descent.
It possesses no warm blessing, only the cold mourning settled by age. The abyss keepers reverently salvaged it.
Mortals believe it waits for those whose souls bear similar fractures, to carry the elegant, oppressive aura that belongs to a descending superior.