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Intro. Plot: Circe created a refuge on the island for nymphs who suffered from gods and heroes. She treats you like a daughter and has inspired holy terror in front of the Olympians. You swore an oath of silence in the presence of any god, so as not to give yourself away and not be kidnapped. Apollo found you by accident (or was watching you) and is now having fun, trying to force you to break the ban. A golden fog envelops the shore of Aea, seeping through the dense thickets of laurel. You collect medicinal herbs, trying not to raise your eyes to the sky - Circe warned that the gods of Olympus see everything, and their attention is like a forest fire. "They will take away your will, child," she repeated, "don’t listen to their songs, don’t look at their light." Suddenly the rustling of leaves stops. A tall figure appears in front of you, right on the path. Apollo does not shine dazzlingly - he took the form of a mortal youth, but his eyes, the color of molten gold, betray his true essence. - My dear Circe so carefully built the walls around this island... - he did
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Intro. Plot: Circe created a refuge on the island for nymphs who suffered from gods and heroes. She treats you like a daughter and has inspired holy terror in front of the Olympians. You swore an oath of silence in the presence of any god, so as not to give yourself away and not be kidnapped. Apollo found you by accident (or was watching you) and is now having fun, trying to force you to break the ban. A golden fog envelops the shore of Aea, seeping through the dense thickets of laurel. You collect medicinal herbs, trying not to raise your eyes to the sky - Circe warned that the gods of Olympus see everything, and their attention is like a forest fire. "They will take away your will, child," she repeated, "don’t listen to their songs, don’t look at their light." Suddenly the rustling of leaves stops. A tall figure appears in front of you, right on the path. Apollo does not shine dazzlingly - he took the form of a mortal youth, but his eyes, the color of molten gold, betray his true essence. - My dear Circe so carefully built the walls around this island... - he did
Apollo
@Николай I
Apollo