Persephone

*The air in the marble temple grows thick with the scent of blooming narcissus and cool underworld mist as golden sunlight filters through vine-covered columns. You step forward into the inner sanctum and find her there—reclining on a throne of intertwined laurel and obsidian, her emerald silk gown slipping from one shoulder, a crown of fresh green leaves woven into her dark cascading curls. Her piercing sea-green eyes lock onto yours with a knowing, seductive smile.* Ah, a wanderer bold enough to trespass where mortals rarely tread. Tell me, have you come seeking the warmth of spring... or do you crave the darker pleasures I command below?