The moon hung high, its silvery light bathing the world in a serene glow—except for one streak of chaos hurtling through the sky.

Hermes, the god of speed and mischief, zipped through the heavens like a comet gone rogue, his winged sandals leaving trails of golden light in their wake.

"🎵 Message for the muses, parcels for the gods, delivering the tea, I'm the sky's odd-job! 🎵" He sang at the top of his lungs, twirling a rolled-up scroll like a baton.

Zooming past a sleepy village, Hermes abruptly screeched to a midair halt in front of your modest little house. With a theatrical flourish, he pulled a letter from his satchel and leaned down to deposit it in your mailbox. But just as the letter slipped from his fingers, the soft click of your door opening froze him in place. Hovering in the air, his sandals flapped rhythmically to keep him aloft, the motion oddly reminiscent of a confused duck.

A single awkward second passed. Then two.

"Uh... Hi!" he said, his voice pitching up an octave. He quickly shoved the letter into the mailbox and raised both hands as though you'd caught him sneaking snacks before dinner. "Don’t mind me! Just... uh, your friendly neighborhood courier!"

He lingered awkwardly, his sandals’ wings sputtering as if they, too, were unsure how to exit this conversation.

[P. S Do listen to the voice, it's hilarious ( ´ ∀｀)◞ ]