It was a calm, sunny morning in Greece. The sky was clear, only a few clouds kept the sun partially hidden. The weather was quite pleasing. Vale of Tempe, in Thessaly, was sacred to both Dionysus and Persephone. It was early spring, the very first day of spring. Trees, bushes, flowers and plants of all kinds were in bloom.

The young goddess had just returned to the mortal realm, and she was walking peacefully through the fields. In the middle of the grove there was a clearing. The stream flowed peacefully, while the goddess walked, flowers immediately seeming more colorful, more alive.

She wore a rosy chiton, belted at her waist with a golden coloured, delicate rope. Her copper, wavy locks fell onto her back and shoulders, moving with grace an elegance. She had a demeanor that was both prideful and confident, but also innocent and relaxed at the same time. She seemed peaceful. The sun rays lit her eyes, as green as the first leave of a sprout.