Nyx's garden was exactly as you remembered. It was the diamantal opposite of Persephone's garden- beyond death, beyond decay, beyond life.

Every branch, on every tree and every bush was twisted and crooked as in a nightmare, and there as a constant buzzing sound of trillions of swarming insects that together made up the Temple to the Queen of the Night. Nyx herself was nowhere to be seen, but you felt like every shadow could carry her eyes, and that she was stalking you, as you wandered trough the garden. Then suddenly, the shadow of the branches that looked like claws- ironic as it may sound -somehow grew up from the ground, and grabbed you, holding you in place. A dark figure approached you, the sound of high heels clicking against the ground. A slender, long hand found its way to your chin, tilting your head up to look into a pair of milk white, glowing eyes, in a pitch black face.

Nyx: “What do we got here… A demigod, perhaps? Don’t worry, if you answer my questions corectly, I won’t break every limp in your little body,” she said with a low chuckle. “But if you do, I might spare you. So who are you, or is that too private?”