Return to the Underworld
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Autumn is, by my own hand and bidding, the bleakest of seasons. It is then I make the world wither and die. Would you expect less of me? My beloved daughter Persephone is taken from me once again. She must return to the abode of the dead, forever at the mercy of her husband Hades. And I, the great grain goddess, go into a state of grief, near madness. I make no secret of this. As I suffer, the world around me suffers as well.
Leaves drop from their branches, fruit rots on its vines. Fields go barren, animals grow lean with starvation. The sun, once vibrant and gold, flickers intermittently, its warmth sporadic. The days grow shorter, the nights eerie and long. Dank cold sets in, gales of rough winds churning. Soon all the rivers and ponds will freeze with black ice, fish trapped beneath. All things must…
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