esis gazed out the window of his temple, the marble cool against his soft skin. he sighed faintly, his dark robes cloaking his figure. it was stars as far as the eye could see, with fields of silver meadow grass and white lilies. dragonflies buzzed over the streams of water that glowed faintly in the silver light, a faint hum filling the air. he could see some spirits roaming the fields. he liked to watch them sometimes. they were so quiet, so unassuming. their soft whispers often helped him sleep when he wished to.

most of the other underworld deities allowed the spirits to roam their domains, as well. he was especially okay with it- they were good company, especially because he wasn't the best conversationalist.