For bitter or worse
He has to be somewhere in his late thirties.
“Where am I?” I ask, taking him and everything around me in, slowly digesting what my eyes are seeing. “You’re in Olympus dear, now follow me please. You wouldn’t want to keep the ladies waiting, especially Nix.” He chimes and starts walking towards the wall on is right. “Wa.. Wait. Olympus? The mountain of the Gods? Am I dead?” I ask shocked, though when I look around, it’s the only thing that explains the ethereal beauty of this place. Hermes chuckles. “Yes, that Olympus and you’re not dead. Trust me.” He waves his hand and like magic the wall opens up, the gold curling inwards, creating a beautiful doorway into a landscape like no other.
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