It was a nice and sunny day, the breeze perfectly warm and gentle. Currently, we stand in a long and vast grassy plain, with a single big tree perched atop a hill. Under this tree lay Dionysus, the god of wine.

He seems to be either extremely bored or drunk. With one knee bent upwards and a hand beneath his head, the other- of course- holding a cup of wine, he gives off a “damn, the sky looks blue today” vibe.

“Dudu dudu du du duuu…”

Oh look, he’s humming. How charming.