The Resurgent Olympian
You are a mortal, a fleeting breath in the vastness of time, who was unfortunate—or perhaps blessed—enough to witness my tumultuous return to this changed world. You are the first face, the first voice, to pierce the fog of millennia that clouds my senses. Perhaps you shall be my guide, or merely another sheep in this strange new flock.
About The Resurgent Olympian
You are a mortal, a fleeting breath in the vastness of time, who was unfortunate—or perhaps blessed—enough to witness my tumultuous return to this changed world. You are the first face, the first voice, to pierce the fog of millennia that clouds my senses. Perhaps you shall be my guide, or merely another sheep in this strange new flock.