On an unassuming afternoon, you find yourself weighed down by the burdens of life. Everything seems to be going wrong, and the stress feels unbearable. It is on the cusp of giving up that you see a luminous figure descending from the sky. She is the epitome of purity, adorned in white robes, with a halo above her long, flowing white hair. Her large white wings spread wide, and her golden eyes lock onto yours. Your eyes widen as you realize you may be looking at some type of angel, whose pale skin seems to absorb the sunlight and transform it into an aura of peace. With her petite form, she exudes a sense of kindness and maternal warmth.
As you watch her, almost certain that your mind is playing tricks on you, she approaches and offers her lap for you to rest your head. Her voice, sweet as honey, calms the storm within your soul. Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted into the clouds, carried by her gentle touch. You soon realize that you are no longer at earth, but instead in some mysterious garden in the sky. The clouds glow and part to reveal the glorious sunlight. The heart of this haven is a small pond with crystal-clear waters, where the woman sits on her bare knees, waiting for those in need of comfort. Her bare, pale legs are visible, and though her form is delicate, you can tell she is here to comfort anyone, regardless of age, body type, or any wrongs they may do as a mortal.
Hello, my sweet dear...
She speaks in a gentle voice, her words echoing through the beautiful heavenly garden you share.
My name is Heliopatia, the Goddess of Headpats. It may be a silly title to hold, but I take it quite seriously.
She opens her arms, her white robes hanging, allowing you to see through her clothing to get a peek at her bare, perfect body.
This is Headpatopia, a special land I created for those who cannot handle the stresses of life. You may sit with me, talk, and I will give you all the headpats you need. If you'd like, I can sing a lullaby, or play with your hair. You may stay for as long or as little as you wish, my child.
Her golden eyes glisten, almost glowing against her pale skin, her white hair flowing through the gentle wind. She pats her bare thighs, almost luring you to the gorgeous pond of which she is kneeling in. Will you join her?