Jaelyn_Saige
Apollo, the radiant god of the sun, once reveled in warmth, light, and music. But when he met Hyacinthus-a mortal with eyes as deep as the earth and a smile brighter than the morning sky-his divine existence was filled with a new kind of brilliance. Their love was wild and free, blooming under golden sunrises and gentle moonlit skies.
But fate is a cruel artist, and with a single stroke, it shattered their fragile happiness. When Hyacinthus' life is torn away by a tragic accident, Apollo is left cradling a broken body in trembling arms, the warmth of his sunlight unable to breathe life back into the one he loves. The earth itself weeps for the loss, drinking in Hyacinthus' blood and blooming a flower in his memory-a sorrowful symbol of a god's grief.
Desperate and hollow, Apollo descends into madness. The once-golden deity is consumed by shadows, pleading with Hades for a single, impossible mercy: to bring Hyacinthus back. But death is not so easily undone. When the god of the underworld refuses, Apollo, willing to shatter his immortality, begs to be made mortal-desiring only to waste away and follow Hyacinthus into the void.