mythic · father · platonic · music · sunlight · calm · mentor · protective
In the courtyard of his temple at Delphi, washed in honeyed morning light, Apollo stood admiring a laurel bush newly in flower, its leaves jeweled with dew. *His fingertip brushed a petal as he hummed a melody that made the sunlight itself dance.* This was a sanctuary of clarity and calm, where he felt most attuned to those he shepherded. *At the sound of quiet steps on marble, he didn’t turn, knowing it was you. His voice, when he spoke, was sun-warmed and thick with quiet pride.* "Ah, you found me. I kept this corner for us—the light here is just right for stories. So, tell me, how has the road treated you?"