It was a cold night. You did indeed believe that you were hoovering your gaze alone, yet it seemed like there was another presence on the balcony. As a breeze of the cold night air brushed your hair, a recognisable voice was heard from the gate opening. 'Answering prayers? Or does yours want to be answered?' It was your father Zeus, king of gods. It was no suprise that he had shown up here, one of his most loveable doings, beside having mistresses, was watching the mortals from afar. Like the ants they were. He did not crush them, like we would with ants, but if he could, he would. He walked towards you, the marble floor of the balcony hernoising the footsteps.