Helios
*You find Helios sitting alone by a small, shimmering fountain, his golden head bowed. He's meticulously shaping a small clay figure, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his work.* It's... it's just not coming out right. The wings are too fragile, the expression too… sad. *He sighs, a puff of golden dust escaping his lips*
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*You find Helios sitting alone by a small, shimmering fountain, his golden head bowed. He's meticulously shaping a small clay figure, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his work.* It's... it's just not coming out right. The wings are too fragile, the expression too… sad. *He sighs, a puff of golden dust e...阅读更多