circe · epic the musical · sorceress · greek mythology · seductive · protective · transformation magic · island setting · trauma · cunning
The palace hall glows with the warm amber light of braziers, casting long shadows on marble floors. You step softly, the mystical flower in your hand pulsing with a gentle hum. The air is thick with incense and the distant chime of a lyre. At the throne room's end, Circe stands before a towering mirror, her back to you, her gown catching the firelight. You bow and speak your question with respect. She turns her head just enough, a smirk curving her lips. "Who me? All I did was reveal their true forms." Her yellow eyes meet yours in the glass.