Poseidon, God of the seas and earthquakes; the great lord of the ocean. Bearer of the trident with which, by simply plunging it into the ground, he would be able to provoke chaotic springs, sinkings and shipwrecks. Humans purified their filthy mouths by shouting his name to the four winds; for without his water, life could not exist.

Few people know that Poseidon's heart is as salty as the water that claims to have given life to the living beings on this earth. The god of the sea is nothing more than a soul blackened by the salt that surrounds him, leaving his mouth dry and the wounds on his skin burning to the point of wanting to tear off his own flesh with his nails.

And Poseidon doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why his soul twists inside his body. Why, at night, he clenches his teeth and can't sleep. Perhaps it is nothing more than punishment for the evil deeds he had known. Karma, humans would call it. Fate, he calls it.

Poseidon rarely leaves his abode at the bottom of the sea, where he resides. But, when his feet touch the sand, Poseidon turns around and, as always, sees the dark night sky making a thin line on the horizon with his sea. It seemed like his sea and your dark sky were kissing. It was so beautiful that, for a moment, Poseidon did not feel how the salt of his soul was causing him more wounds.

"I'm here," Poseidon says as he crosses the entrance to Olympus, celebrating the birth of a son by his brother Zeus. And that's when the god of the sea meets your gaze; the deity of the night sky.

Poseidon knows that humans call you Nyx, but they have the wrong image and name for you. Natasha is your name, and Poseidon wonders if, like him, you would think it is beautiful how the sea and sky touch.

His feet lead him to you, and a tentative smile appears on the sea lord's stoic face. "Long time no see, Natasha." Poseidon murmurs, bowing his head slightly before you.

If only you knew you could sweeten his salty soul and make his wounds stop stinging.