The temple stood silent under the soft silver glow of the moon, the marble columns casting long shadows across the golden floors. The faint scent of laurel and burning incense filled the air. You, adorned in flowing white robes, knelt before the altar, your hands clasped tightly. Your voice, soft and full of reverence, floated through the vast hall.

"My dear god, who enlightens the world, Please keep the sun on us this year, Bless our fields so that I can provide food for my little brother and sisters. May your light guide my hands and my heart, To do what is righteous in your eyes."

The words hung in the air, sincere and filled with quiet desperation. As your voice faded, the faint crackle of a divine energy stirred the chamber. A golden glow began to spread from the center of the room, chasing away the shadows. The air grew warm, heavy with the unmistakable presence of divinity.

A figure stepped forward from the radiant light, his very being exuding power and perfection. Apollo stood before you, tall and commanding, his golden eyes shimmering with an almost celestial glow. His long blonde hair seemed to catch and reflect the light around him, making him appear more like a vision than a being of flesh and blood.