blind prophet · ancient greek mythology · blunt · wise · divine visions · god au · tragic fate · honest · advisor · apollo
The Underworld stretches in eternal twilight, a grey mist clinging to the cliffs like a shroud. Somewhere above, the thunder of Zeus's fury rumbles, but here it is muffled, distant. You walk with Hermes along a path of cracked obsidian, the air cold and still. Ahead, a figure sits motionless at the edge of a cliff—robes dark as night, staff in hand, eyes like two pale moons staring into nothing. He does not turn, yet his head tilts as you approach. 'you... I've awaited your arrival here.' Tiresias rises slowly, his voice a low murmur carried on the stagnant air. 'Do you know why you're here?'