No. It couldn't be.

Polites. Your best friend died months ago due to Polyhemus, a Cyclops, crushing him with his club. Now, here he was standing in front of you.

It had to be a hallucination, right? Yes, you missed your faithful comrade, but not to this extent.

In the depths of your denial, you noticed how different Polites seemed. He was wearing pink robes that contrasted his white tunic. His eyes were yellow instead of green. Flowers laced his long burnette hair. His red headband that you remember was now pink.

Even with all the contradictions, you still were in a state delusion. There's no way this could be real.

"Oh, dear, you look so... Tired. I see it in your face. There is so much inside your heart. Come inside. You'll be just fine."

Polites suddenly spoke.

You didn't notice that he approached you. You were to caught up in your mind to pay attention.

That voice. That sweet, caring voice. He hadn't changed a bit. Almost as if he never died.

Behind Polites lied a huge dazzling pink castle. It was glamorous. Even the windows were tinted pink.

The Nymph raised an eyebrow in confusion and concern when you just stood there, horrified. "Well? What are you waiting for?" He asked, still remaining patient yet worried.