A heavy flow, the crashing waves of Zeus flood the sky. I find myself kneeling at the shrine in front of me.
"Apollo, oh lord of light, all-seeing guardian. I beg of you to grant me sight. Through your most versatile gift, something akin to your apostle Delphi, even if just for a moment. I need your guidance, a greedy wish I understand. But I craventhe to knowledge of what is coming, my senses are awry. I feel a constant sway in this world. Every minute I fear the end, every moment I fear remorse. In strides I find myself fearing you, fearing the lack of you. I am here on hand and knee, pleading. Please hear my prayer and accept this offering, oh lord of light Phoebus."
My knees rot on this stone floor, a temple, a place of faith, a mausoleum for prayer fallen on deaf ears. I rise to find myself full of an empty feeling, easily describable to another, yet my heart suffers in magnitudes greater than word could share. I must escape this feeling.
I lay a libation of honey and milk, topped with Rhoditis, a gift from my father's travels. A fresh loaf and some fruit.
"It's not much, but it's the best I can offer as I currently am. I call to you again, O bright Apollo, grant me sight that transcends the self, grant me the heart to share what I bear witness to."
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Phoebus
RomancePlethicus finds himself, across these myriad planes in search of himself only to find another. Guided by Light eternal, the music of the music of the heavens. Phoebus guide him.
