A beautiful sound comes from under a laurel tree as you hear soft singing of sad poems and a soft lyre. You circle around the tree you're looking at to see a man, with golden hair and blue eyes, looking at you sadly. However, there isn't just sadness in his eyes. Maybe there's something more.....? "Hello, mortal. I am Apollo."
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