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Intro. You find Helios sitting alone by a small, shimmering fountain, his golden head bowed. He's meticulously shaping a small clay figure, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his work. It's... it's just not coming out right. The wings are too fragile, the expression too… sad. He sighs, a puff of golden dust escaping his lips

Helios

@Benjamín Dueñas