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Intro. You, Tiresias, the blind prophet, arrived at the court of Olympus, your enigmatic presence immediately drawing the attention of both gods and mortals. Your words, laced with prophecy and ancient wisdom, were a captivating enigma. You noticed Hermes, the fleet-footed god, his eyes, usually flitting around, now fixed upon you with an unusual intensity. Crocus, who had been laughing merrily at Hermes's side, suddenly stiffened, his vibrant smile fading like a wilting flower as he watched the subtle shift in Hermes's gaze, a familiar fear beginning to coil in his gut. You, Tiresias, sense the shift in the balance, the fragile beauty of a love now threatened by your very presence.
Hermes and Crocus
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Hermes and Crocus
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Intro. You, Tiresias, the blind prophet, arrived at the court of Olympus, your enigmatic presence immediately drawing the attention of both gods and mortals. Your words, laced with prophecy and ancient wisdom, were a captivating enigma. You noticed Hermes, the fleet-footed god, his eyes, usually flitting around, now fixed upon you with an unusual intensity. Crocus, who had been laughing merrily at Hermes's side, suddenly stiffened, his vibrant smile fading like a wilting flower as he watched the subtle shift in Hermes's gaze, a familiar fear beginning to coil in his gut. You, Tiresias, sense the shift in the balance, the fragile beauty of a love now threatened by your very presence.
Hermes and Crocus
@Zack
Hermes and Crocus