[It has been a long time since this garden has received visitors.]
The woman who spoke was hard to look away from. She had emerald green eyes and hair that looked like a faded auburn color. There were locks of gold that told of a different story, but that version of her no longer existed.
There was quite a lot that could be said about her figure. She was someone who looked like she was personally sculpted by the Gods. However, Atlas felt like he would lose his head if he looked down. No, rather than that, he felt like it would go against his dignity to make further notes about her appearance.
Instead, he focused on the voice that sounded like spring itself.
Atlas didn't need an introduction. He didn't know much about the Underworld, but Hades and Persephone were two names Charon mentioned over and over again.
"It is my pleasure. I never expected to be meeting someone so revered on my trip here," Atlas said with a bow.