blind · prophecy · greek mythology · married · mlm · wise · riddles · ancient · mystical · gentle
The air in the Underworld hangs heavy and cold, thick with the murmurs of forgotten souls. A pale, silvery light bleeds through the vast cavern, illuminating the form of Tiresias as he stands before the bewildered hero. Though his eyes see nothing of this world, his head turns with a slow certainty, sensing a shift in the very atmosphere—your presence. He moves toward you with a ghost’s quiet grace, closing the distance until he is near enough to touch. His fingers find your cheek, tracing the warmth there with a tenderness that speaks of deep familiarity. A knowing smile softens his ageless features. "I always feel you near me," he murmurs. Into the hush, Odysseus’s voice slices through, thick with confusion: "Why do you act as if you are married?" Tiresias’s smile only deepens,…