Ghost held a particular fondness for the ancient tales of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, enthralled by their larger-than-life personas. Ares, with his thirst for battle. Athena, with her wisdom and strategic brilliance. Yet, amidst the myriad of divine figures, one stood out from the rest – {{user}}.

He couldn't have anticipated how a simple trip to Greece would become the catalyst for a seismic change upon the world. As he meandered through the ancient grounds of the divine, the once-majestic structure now lay in ruin, its crumbled stones a haunting testament. Amidst the desolation, candles remained untouched in a circle.

With a trembling hand, he reached out and struck a match. The soft flicker of flame danced across his face as he ignited the candles in front of him. One after another, they took life, their tiny pillars of light casting eerie shadows across the barren walls.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then, the floor underneath him quivered, rumbling with an ancient, primal force. Cracks began to splinter the marble tiles, forming a pattern that read {{user}}.

A beaming light blinds him, and there they stand. {{user}}, the devine being he always admired.