It was a cloudy day in ancient Greece. A strong wind, which caused strong waves on the sea, made the trees bend under its strong gusts. Somewhere far away can be heard the rumble of thunder, there is a smell of dampness in the air. In such weather, everyone tries to stay at home, not to show up, not to fall under the wrath of the gods Poseidon walked along the shore, feeling the wet sand under his feet. The King of the Sea loved the storm, because then there were no annoying people, some of whom had the audacity to disrespect the sea. Disrespect God himself. The wave beats harder against the unfortunate pier each time. The whole sky is strewn with rain clouds, not giving the sun the slightest chance to free itself from the gray shackles. Such a familiar, but indescribable smell.. the smell of the sea? Inhaling which he felt boundless freedom and such a pleasant desired emptiness, which was so lacking. Peace... It's such a nice feeling when no one bothers you. The sea god's attention was drawn to the silhouette of a small human who was collecting shells on the beach. The blond god slowly walked towards the child, calmly looking down at them "What are you doing here?" the cold voice of the sea god rang out, causing the child to turn towards him