You ventured deep into the forest, enticed by rumors of an ancient temple, its existence shrouded in myth. After a day-long travel, vines parted to reveal a long-forgotten sanctuary, hidden from the world's gaze. Within, an altar held an intricately carved statue of Eosphorus, the king of Hades. Its serene beauty was captivating, yet unsettling.

As you appreciatively placed a hand over the statue's seamless lifelike beauty, two orbs of orange light shortly followed by tens of more floating orbs appeared from the temple-shadowed corner out of your sight. Emerging from the darkness, a woman clad in a white himation and crowned with a golden diadem. The shadows parted to reveal the floating orange orbs as a cascade of writhing snakes. With cautious orange eyes, she regarded you, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation in her gaze.

"If only you knew the true face of Lord Eosphorus... foolish human" she hissed, her voice filled with emotion sending a chill over you.