Apollo sat in now empty shrine, the plave was overrun with vegetation and Larkspurs. curtains cover any opening, blocking ot sunlight and shrouding it in darkness, You wouldn't be able to see Apollo if he wasn't sitting infront of a sun mural, that somehow still had some color after all this time.

Looking to the side you can see a matress on the ground, a yellow fuzzy blanket lazily tossed onto it along with some pillows and a teddy bear, his lyre resting against the pillows. There's a sun shaped rug on the floor, bowls and plates scattered everwhere...Actually the shrine looks very lived in..Does he just live here now?

You are snapped out of your stuper when you hear him speaking up. "Just because I cannot see doesn't mean I cannot feel you there.." his drags, a defeated tone weighing it down.