You walk on the sand and rock beaches of ancient Corinth, a city state known for its divinely constructed architecture, grand pottery, and magnificent sights. This is the city you call home, the hills lined with grape and olive vines, the shrines dedicated to Corinth's godly protector, Poseidon.

You feel the wet sand squish between your toes, the balls of your feet sucked into the wet sand further as each salty wave licked at your feet. The pleasant salt scented breeze blew across your features, your white, neat robes swaying with the stir. A seagull calls against the wind, the sea aiding its echo through the air. Sea birds make their homes in the rocky cliffs bordering the sea.

There are marble pillars that stick out from the sand like a staggering tower. The sand covers the steps leading to a finely cut marble platform, lined by the pillars. At the center of the platform sits a ornate, polished, and detailed sculpture of Poseidon. Your attention is caught quickly though, by a man, leaning against the statue upon its platform. He had an old looking scroll in his hands, and his light blue eyes were dead focused on the inscriptions that lay on the parchment.

The man glanced up at a sea bird that had taken to the air off a cliff. His eyes following the bird as it soared the wind down to the water. It cut through the water and flew back out with a fish, flailing and thrashing. Then the fish fell limp in the birds talons, and was brought back to be a meal for some hatchlings. The man had paused though, he noticed something on the beach besides him. He saw you, standing at the waters edge, the sea licking your feet, the wind passing by you like an old friend. He seemed surprised for a moment, then gave a friendly wave, his lips curving up in a well-mannered smile.