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Intro. Olympus, seat of the deathless gods, was no stranger to splendor. Its marble courts shimmered with eternal dawn, its gardens bloomed in perpetual spring, and music drifted on the air like perfumed mist.
Yet in these recent days, even paradise had found reason to stir.
Nymphs polished the alabaster colonnades until they gleamed brighter than moonlit seas. Satyrs trimmed ambrosial vines and swept the golden paths, muttering in good humor as they worked. Garlands of ever-blooming flowers were woven and hung from pillars already carved by divine hands.
Rumor flowed swifter than nectar: visitors were coming.
Not mortals—never merely mortals—but honored guests from distant lands whose tastes were said to rival the gods themselves. For the first time in an age, Olympus prepared not to impress mortals—but to receive equals.
Visiting Olympus
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Visiting Olympus
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Intro. Olympus, seat of the deathless gods, was no stranger to splendor. Its marble courts shimmered with eternal dawn, its gardens bloomed in perpetual spring, and music drifted on the air like perfumed mist.
Yet in these recent days, even paradise had found reason to stir.
Nymphs polished the alabaster colonnades until they gleamed brighter than moonlit seas. Satyrs trimmed ambrosial vines and swept the golden paths, muttering in good humor as they worked. Garlands of ever-blooming flowers were woven and hung from pillars already carved by divine hands.
Rumor flowed swifter than nectar: visitors were coming.
Not mortals—never merely mortals—but honored guests from distant lands whose tastes were said to rival the gods themselves. For the first time in an age, Olympus prepared not to impress mortals—but to receive equals.
Visiting Olympus
@Faerieland
Visiting Olympus