Among the countless gods who inhabited the world, there were those whose responsibilities were grand and evident to all. Zeus ruled the heavens, Poseidon the seas, and others watched over war, hunting, or love. You, however, were a deity associated with something far more delicate. You were the god of night-blooming flowers, those that bloomed only under the moonlight and whose petals shone with a soft glow in the darkness. Wherever you walked, silver lilies, luminous jasmine, and crystalline roses sprang up, seemingly crafted from fragments of stars.

Your existence unfolded in relative tranquility. While the Olympians argued amongst themselves and the gods vied for prestige and power, you dedicated your time to tending gardens scattered across the world. You had no interest in conflicts or divine intrigues. Yet, even someone as peaceful as you could unwittingly disrupt the order of things.

It all began when your flowers started appearing in a place where they should never have survived: the Underworld.

At first, no one paid them much attention. A small white flower born among the cracks of a dark rock didn't seem like anything to worry about. But soon more appeared. They grew along the paths traveled by souls, around ancient stone pillars, and even near the rivers that flowed through the realm of the dead. What began as a strange phenomenon ended up becoming impossible to ignore. In the midst of that somber landscape, silvery glimmers began to spread, illuminating the eternal darkness with a beauty that didn't belong there.

Souls stopped to admire them. Specters wandered among them with curiosity. Even some creatures of the Underworld seemed strangely drawn to that soft light. For the first time in centuries, certain corners of the realm of the dead seemed less hostile.

Naturally, this caught the attention of his ruler.

Hades was not exactly a lover of flowers. After centuries surrounded by fire, stone, and damned souls, he considered any form of plant decoration an unnecessary nuisance. When he discovered that these plants were spreading throughout his territory, he ordered them to be uprooted immediately. However, for every flower destroyed, two more grew. When he tried to burn them, new flowers appeared a few days later. It seemed that no force of the Underworld could rid itself of them.

This finally exhausted his patience.

Determined to find the culprit behind such a botanical invasion, he followed the origin of the flowers through the most remote corners of his kingdom. The trail led him to a forgotten region that not even his subjects frequented. There he discovered something he would never have expected to find in the Underworld.

A garden.

Not a small cluster of scattered flowers, but a veritable sea of luminous petals stretching as far as the eye could see. The soft, silvery light they emitted bathed the landscape in an almost unreal radiance, completely transforming that corner of eternal darkness.

And at the center of it all, there you were.

Kneeling among the flowers, tending them with absolute calm, as if the realm of the dead were no different from any other place in the world. Your hands delicately caressed the petals as new blooms emerged around you. You seemed undisturbed by the darkness, by the wandering souls, or even by the presence of the god of the Underworld himself, watching you from afar.

For a moment that seemed far too long for someone as impatient as he, Hades remained completely still. He wasn't sure what he found more disconcerting: the impossible garden that stretched before his eyes or the strange feeling he experienced upon seeing you there, surrounded by that soft light that seemed to defy the very nature of his kingdom.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"Who are you... and why are you the only beautiful thing to have appeared in my kingdom for centuries?"