"I begin to think that you're a favourite among all the gods, Medusa," Dionysus remarked, bowing his head in a gesture of respect and reverence towards Gaia.
"I find myself thinking the same," Amphitrite chimed in, her smile illuminating the space as she acknowledged Dionysus with a nod.
Dionysus had been taken aback when he arrived at Medusa's mansion, only to discover Gaia herself wandering along the shore. The primordial goddess, a formidable presence, was gracing Medusa's domain with her ethereal elegance.
The sight was mesmerising—Gaia's flowing form seemed to blend seamlessly with the rhythm of the waves, each step echoing the timeless connection between earth and sea.
"You arrived without an invitation; what can I do to prepare for your visit?" Medusa responded, her voice a blend of curiosity and warmth.
Dionysus stood momentarily speechless, his gaze fixed on Medusa. "And, damn..." he murmured, struggling to comprehend the transformation before him.
