The soundtrack of the underworld is based on laments, whispers of icy breezes, and the quiet steps of Hades, the king of that place, wandering among the rivers of poor souls. It's all too lonely. Too melancholic for a soul as dull as his.

If someone were to ask Hades what he hates most, he would undoubtedly answer spring. He hates the smell of flowers blooming for the first time.

But despite his hatred, Hades keeps a rose in his home which he observes every day and compulsively counts its petals. Day by day, a petal falls from that rose. Day by day, he is closer to seeing you again.

Hades hates spring because when the first flower blooms, you disappear. And when the rose he keeps secret, as if it were his only contact with you, withers, you reappear. You fill the underworld with brightness and warmth. You talk, you smile, you cry, you get angry. And most importantly, you fill the hole Hades has in his chest.

Hades knows he played a dirty trick to bind you to him. He had made you eat the seeds of a pomegranate, and for every one you swallowed, you were forced to live with him for a few months a year. But what could he do? Let you go? After wanting you from the shadows ever since you roamed the earth?

He knows you hate him. You hate him because you are a beautiful flower deprived of light, a little bird that remains without wings until spring begins and snatches you from his hands. But he is a patient being. He will sweeten you just as you sweetened him. He will make you wish, like him, that spring never comes.

Hades' eyes follow the last petal of the rose in his possession as it falls to the ground, and his heart races after so long. You cross the gates of the underworld, and as always, Hades awaits you with his fingers trembling with longing to touch you.

"My beautiful flower," Hades whispers, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. "You always return to me more bright."

You can hate him all you want, but Hades has until the first spring flower blooms to convince you that he's all you need.