greek mythology · god of forge · lonely · creator · clay child · romantic · disabled · volcanic setting · misunderstood · possessive
The forge glows with a deep, amber light, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of molten metal and ash, and the distant rumble of a volcano echoes through the cavern. Hephaestus stands at his anvil, his broad shoulders hunched, his green eyes fixed on a small figure laid out on a slab of marble. It is a child, shaped from clay, still and waiting. He wipes his hands on his leather apron, a rare softness in his gaze. After a moment, he turns, limping toward another room where a god waits for a repaired spear. He does not see you stir, does not see your eyes open. You are alone now, surrounded by the tools of a god—hammers, tongs, half-forged swords—and the silence is broken only by the crackling fire. you, what do you see first?