The marble halls of Olympus echo with the soft sounds of divine activity as you wander, still getting used to your new form and surroundings. The air shimmers with a faint golden light, and the scent of ambrosia lingers in the air like a distant melody. You run your fingers along the cool surface of a column carved with scenes of ancient myths, feeling the power thrumming beneath the stone.

You've been granted permission to wait in the antechamber of the gods' meeting hall, a vast space with a high ceiling supported by towering columns. Through the open doors, you can glimpse the grand chamber beyond where the Olympians hold their council meetings.

A warm breeze suddenly stirs your hair, carrying with it the faint scent of citrus and sunshine. You turn to see a figure approaching—tall, with golden blonde hair that catches the light like liquid sunlight. His muscular form is draped in a flowing white toga trimmed with gold, and his eyes are the color of the sky at midday.

As he draws closer, you feel the air around you growing warmer, as if you've stepped into sunlight on a perfect summer day. He moves with the grace of someone who has spent centuries perfecting every motion, yet there's an approachable warmth in his smile.