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Andromeda Vale only wanted answers when she stepped into the abandoned temple. only to be noticed by something ancient.
The air tasted like rust and rain, while the stillness felt populated.
From that point forward, coincidences ceased being just coincidental; doors opened by themselves, there were whispers behind her as she walked through empty areas, and everything she perceived as reality began to become malleable - little things began to change in an uneasy way.
Somewhere out of sight, the forgotten god of mischief, Hermes, was starting to pay attention to Andromeda. He did not speak to or assist Andromeda in any way; he just observed the development with curiosity, like someone trying to comprehend the repetitive pattern of behaviour that they did not want to recognize.
But Andromeda was not merely a random child that piqued the curiosity of a god. She had a past littered with secrets, had borne an everlasting mark that continued to change, and had a dark enough past that even the gods would have recognized it.
Gods do not select mortals without intent.
Hermes came to the realisation of something frightening: that Andromeda may very well be the only game he was ever meant to lose.