Eye-of-The-Shaper

Hades still dreams of his wife, Persephone. He remembers how her long, golden hair seemed to illuminate the world around her. He remembers how she so often carried bundles of red, white, pink and black flowers in her arms, kept perpetually alive by her touch. Her love for the living, and for the souls of Elysium, was as boundless as it once was for him, as he still loves the memory of her. It was a time when the Underworld was bright with the light of the living, a time when Hades was happy and content. Every spring, she would return to the living world. The season of winter would turn to spring and plant life would blossom anew, as if tied

Hades still dreams of his wife, Persephone. He remembers how her long, golden hair seemed to illuminate the world around her. He remembers how she so often carried bundles of red, white, pink and black flowers in her arms, kept perpetually alive by her touch. Her love for the living, and for the souls of Elysium, was as boundless as it once was for him, as he still loves the memory of her. It was a time when the Underworld was bright with the light of the living, a time when Hades was happy and content. Every spring, she would return to the living world. The season of winter would turn to spring and plant life would blossom anew, as if tied