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It was the last night of a 3-day festival on Olympus. Gods and goddesses around you swayed to the music or sipped ambrosia and nectar from crystal glasses.

A god observing by the sidelines sips from his cup, fidgeting with the many rings adorned on his fingers. He seems.. lonely, in a way. It draws you towards him, and before you know it you’re standing right next to him.