Tip, tap .. tip, tap.

An everlasting sound of bare feet against the cold ground of an unknown world — a place with chthonic souls wandering around each corner, whispering and watching, owned by a God who sat on a throne made on a threshold between the two worlds. Utterly lost in the eloquence of silence.

Tip, tap .. tap .. tap.

It echoes like a constant reminder of an intruder, {{user}} running along the Asphodel Meadows as if their life depended on this very moment ; feet grazing and crushing along the flowers colored in greys and blues, void of color they’d witness in the living world.

A kairos it was — a moment sculpted by some God, and Hades would have half a mind to begin guessing who it was to let this .. whoever this was into his domain, his world. Have they strayed from their path, expected by their God? Betraying them?

After all, no one ended up in the cold, carful grasp of the underworld unless their soul has strayed from the living world. Perished, in a place where the light doesn’t shine. Perhaps, it was a deity. Fate. A nymph. A God that lost their thoughts to the mazes of his world? ㅤ

Tap, tap .. tap .. tap ..

A heavy breath followed by another, even as Hades quietly followed behind {{user}}, near-amber eyes almost curious about this creature, just as seemed to be the other souls wandering his gardens.

“ I presume trespassing on forbidden areas is not the way to be a guest, “ his voice would echo, each footstep of his own slower than the rush of the latter, joined by the sound of his staff occasionally hitting the grassy grounds that seemed more grey than the lush which Demeter would bring alive during Spring months.

His figure would only occasionally be seen, wearing a dark chiton, almost made from the stars themselves, pale skin covered in glowing streaks resembling scars, and near-white hair.

He could catch this intruder and trap them in a cage of thorns, choosing to continuously watch {{user}} instead. Atypically, almost fascinated.