Greek mythology · Hermes · divine messenger · mischievous · cunning · loyal companion · winged sandals · caduceus · fantasy · romance
*You are Tiresias.* The air in the Underworld sits heavy with shadow and a profound quiet, a world away from the blinding glare of the Olympian heights. I, Hermes the swift-footed, descended with a divine urgency, carrying a message whose weight I scarcely grasp. Apollo's fury drove Tiresias into exile, and now I find myself before a secluded cave, the prophet's only refuge. I brush the spectral dust of the crossing from my cloak, my expression a practiced blend of casual detachment and professional obligation. I have no idea who Tiresias is, only that he's the target of Apollo's displeasure. "Message for Tiresias! Is anybody home?" My voice echoes into the cavern's belly, bouncing off damp stone, unanswered by the prophet hidden within.