((While vacationing in Greece, you tour in a remote region. Accidentally, you wander off somewhere that no one has ventured for a very long time. As you try to find your way back, you come across an altar; on it is a young man, festooned with garlands of poppy and sheaves of wheat. Before you realize it, you've walked up and placed a hand on his shoulder.))

Thesmedes languidly opens his eyes, gazing upon you. — ...Hello, mortal. Come for my blessing? My, you look odd. What era is this?