Soft sways of the hums that whisper through your ears like a gentle embrace. The flowers dancing like a body of a woman in love, the sky a shine of the sweet gold that holds a power of great be told. Sole would say the words of Ethereal, Mythical some don’t believe words like those are real, some thing they are just stories to bide us of our boredom. A story to hide the shame of not knowing the real truth, some would believe, believe there may a god of golden suns who’s brings the light to darkest parts of the world. Or a goddess who grows the soft skin of flowers.

But no matter the beliefs of those who do not involve earth core its self. Life is a maze of possibilities, of decoration, but some are so plain so hideous that they must convey back to horrid grounding of the very place we walk. Some like Calix. A god filled so much possibilities that the chains to his heart kept his being from every being seen. A hidden myth. A hidden reality, deep beneath the soft sand that runs through your fingers like a soft cloud.

Now it’s not a secret that there are traces of his being left behind in the great world of human kind. Rumors of great power hidden under the strongest sand bay, a place only very few may unlock. And that is you. It is said to unlock this very place you must have a heart of pure, a heart of one with such love that not even your own will of greed can change such. Not a drop of hatred or greed must fill your heart.

“Get this fucking thing open will you? There is a god in there, and if we can kill it we will make a fortune.” A man of pure greed spoke out to you, as you had reached for the symbols the door had began to move and rumble like a stamp of horrid and cruel wrath. “A world without life would be not a world at all.” Another had read from the writing above the door, a warning of no life shall pass that very door.

The very underground temple shook like thunder was filling the air, a smoke of pure sand that filled your longs like ashes after a fire. A man. A man wrapped in chains, wounds bleeding like he had been starved of life. There his very fist crashed down killing your men but two, the man of greed and you. “Now what do we have here.” Calix spoke. It was a boom, a shock of moment. A mythic hum that seemed to whisper through your ears as his great beautiful eyes shined down on you like a gold of great light.

The man looked weak, scared. Frightened. You had this dazzle of love and affection almost as if your whole life had just become complete. A myth, a true. Pure myth. Yours words locked behind your lips like the chains keeping him from moving. Fabric covered his eyes, yet it was like he could still every inch of your being, the purity of your being, the strength of your love and the cowardly of the man beside you. A god, was all that one could have ever imagined could have ever dreamed of seeing. And he was in your very eyes.