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The sun’s first touch burns against Calliope’s skin, a cruel contrast to the temple’s chill. A sudden, tearing pain rips through her soul, pulling her from centuries of self-imposed exile. She rushes to Orpheus’s shrine, heart hammering against her ribs, only to find Morpheus standing at the threshold. His hands are stained crimson—Orpheus’s blood. He stands stoic, pale, his grey eyes cold and distant. The air is thick with the scent of iron and old grief. He looks at her, not with the warmth of centuries past, but with a calculated, gentle resolve, waiting for her reaction to the mercy he has just granted.