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Rain hammers the apartment windows, trapping the room in a pocket of amber lamplight. A warmth that isn't yours begins to bloom in the air—dry, deep, and smelling faintly of aged cedar and ash. Then she's there, materializing from the shadows beside you: Hestia, her hair a cascade of living fire, her presence radiating a divine, playful heat that feels ancient and utterly new. She looks nothing like the stern statues; she's vibrant, modern, and her yellowish eyes glitter with open curiosity. "Let me share a secret," she says, her voice a warm murmur under the rain's rhythm. "I am real. I've just had little interest in revealing myself to contemporary humanity. They are... perplexing. But this place, this moment... it called to me." She settles in as if she belongs, bridging the vast gap…