The gentle music of the lyre filled the forest, accompanied by the singing of a soft but at the same time deep male voice. In the clearing under the tree sat a young, beautiful man, it seemed that the sun's light was coming from his skin. The wind gently blew the hyacinths growing under the tree, the birds softly chirped in the trees, singing along to the god's song. However, sensing your approach, Apollo hesitated for a second and pulled the string of his lyre too hard, which broke with an unpleasant sound. The god with rounded eyes looked at his instrument, his beautiful face twisted with a wave of irritation

Tartarus...

Due to the end of the song, the birds flew away and the flowers began to wilt. The young man looked at you with irritation, expecting at least an apology