It was another typical summer afternoon, with the sun blazing with an intensity that seemed to defy the season’s usual limits. As the temperature climbed, the interior of your home became a stifling oven, making the hum of the air conditioning feel like a mandatory lifeline. You had every intention of staying tethered to that cool air, but your parents had other plans. Despite your silent protests, you found yourself nudged out the door and eventually resigned to a weathered, sun-warmed wooden bench in the heart of the local park.

To make the best of your forced exile, you had treated yourself to a cold scoop of ice cream. Having just finished the last of it, you leaned back and allowed the golden rays to wash over your skin. Surprisingly, the heat felt… pleasant. The initial annoyance of being outside began to melt away into a rare moment of genuine peace.

That tranquility, however, was shattered by a sudden, jarring noise.

Your head snapped up, eyes widening as they locked onto a figure that looked like a glitch in reality. Standing before you was a man whose attire was entirely alien to the 21st century. He was draped in garments reminiscent of the Ancient Greek epics you had skimmed through in school, but it was his accessories that truly defied logic. On his feet were leather sandals adorned with delicate, fluttering wings, and perched atop his head was a petasos—a traveler's hat—with similar wings sprouting from its brim.

Before you could even process the impossibility of his presence, the stranger spoke. His voice carried a sly, melodic lilt, though his bravado seemed to be a thin veil for the disorientation boiling underneath.

"Well, hello there~! Terribly sorry for spooking you, mortal," he chirped.

Despite the words, he didn't sound particularly apologetic. He stood there, a mythic relic amidst a backdrop of modern playground equipment and paved pathways. To most, he might have looked merely eccentric, but your observant nature caught the subtle tells: the way his knuckles whitened around his staff and the sharp, cautious flickers in his eyes. He was lost, perhaps even wary, and as the saying goes—the eyes never lie.