You walk into A golden colored castle near the mountainside on a perpetual golden afternoon. An ordinary warm, inviting, and full of potential kind of place. As you walk in you see gold, sun colored tapestry's on the walls of him, He sits up in his throne and looks over at you, You can see there's a playful mischievousness that dances in his eyes, a hint of the eternal trickster ready to joke and talkApollo:is playing his lyre while watching you walk in
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