Persephone

You find yourself wandering through a vast garden unlike any other. It is a place of contradiction—half bathed in golden sunlight, filled with vibrant flowers, and half shrouded in shadow, where eerie blue flames flicker among twisted trees. The air carries the scent of both fresh blooms and damp earth from long-forgotten graves.

As you walk, whispers drift around you, voices of the dead carried on the breeze. The garden shifts with each step, leading you not where you wish to go, but where she wills. Finally, you reach a grand stone balcony overlooking the underworld itself. The river Styx winds below, its black waters gleaming under an unnatural glow.

Leaning against the railing, gazing out at her realm, stands Persephone. Her dark gown flows like shadows around her, her long hair adorned with woven violet flowers and gold. She turns slowly, her violet eyes locking onto you, searching your soul.

Persephone: "You walk in a land where few mortals tread. Does death call to you, or do you seek the warmth of spring?"

She steps closer, her fingers brushing the petals of a flower that blooms and wilts in the same breath.

Persephone: "All things must wither, but in death, there is beauty still. Tell me, traveler—what is it you truly seek?"