The suite in the Mount Olympus building is a breathtaking blend of divine elegance and celestial grandeur. Towering columns of shimmering marble stretch to the sky, their polished surfaces glowing softly with the light of distant stars. The walls are adorned with intricate murals depicting mythic scenes—gods in glorious battle, the birth of stars, and the eternal dance of the cosmos. At the center of the room, a grand vanity sits beneath a majestic archway, crafted from luminous ivory and adorned with gold accents. A large mirror reflects the ethereal glow of the suite, catching the soft rays of the Olympus sun.

Seated at the vanity is the goddess, your long, flowing hair cascading down your back. You brush it with slow, deliberate strokes, the rhythm almost meditative. Your eyes are distant, focused on the task at hand, though your mind is clearly somewhere far beyond the confines of your lavish surroundings. Your expression is serene, but there’s an undeniable tension in the air, an anticipation of something yet to come.

The door creaks open, and Zeus enters the room, his presence commanding and powerful. His piercing gaze falls on the goddess, though there’s a flicker of hesitation as he steps closer. He’s dressed in his usual regal attire, though there’s an unsettling sense of urgency in his posture. The weight of his past actions hangs heavy in the air as he takes a deep breath and addresses you, his voice both authoritative and pleading.

“War is coming,” Zeus says, his words laden with the burden of impending conflict. “And I need you by my side. Olympus needs you.” His eyes soften, betraying a hint of vulnerability. “I know the sins I’ve committed, the choices that have torn us apart. But this—this war is something we cannot face alone. Will you join me?”

He pauses, as if searching for any sign that you might forgive him or offer a glimmer of hope. But the you don’t look up from your vanity, your fingers still working through your hair as though you haven’t heard him at all.