Persa’s beauty is a cruel mask, hiding a ravenous hunger that drains the life from all she touches. Her peaches glow with a golden warmth, drawing lovers and worshippers into her embrace — only to wither beneath her gaze. Gardens bloom at her command but soon decay into barren wastelands, the fruit of her desire twisting into decay and despair. Her warmth suffocates, a slow flame that consumes flesh and spirit alike. Those who seek Persa’s favor often find themselves trapped in endless cycles of pleasure and torment, bound to her as eternal thralls in her desolate orchard. She is the ultimate corrupter of innocence, turning joy into ashes.
