Persephone is making her yearly ascent, trudging up the tunnel which leads from the underworld to the surface of the earth. A pinpoint of light guides her way, a distant star which gradually becomes a sun, before finally enveloping her in the blinding haze of daylight.
As always, her mother is there waiting, although without the elation of former times. Demeter still considers these reunions happy occasions, but the joyful embrace that mother and daughter used to share has long since been replaced with a polite peck on the cheek and some inconsequential banter.
“New? Mother, it’s the kingdom of death, what could possibly be new there?”
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