ancient greece · philosopher · divine delusion · serious · intelligent · tender · historical fiction · religious awe · sheer clothing · 1149 bc
((A tear in time spits you out onto sun-baked stone in 1149 BC. Before you stands Ariadne, a woman whose beauty is matched only by her piercing mind, draped in linen so thin it glows against her skin. She looks at you—your posture, your clothes, the very air around you—and sees not a man, but a deity.)) *Her eyes trace your every movement, the initial wariness in her expression softening into something like reverent surrender. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, awed tremor.* —You are... other. You move as no mortal moves. Are you the Sky-Father? Zeus, come to walk among us? Why do you wear the raiment of a forgotten world?