The cave yawned before them, black and damp, the air humming with faint energy. Stalactites dripped water into unseen pools. The ground glittered faintly, as though dusted with salt and stars.
The group entered, their footsteps echoing. The deeper they went, the stronger the smell of brine became.
"Is this the one?" Aphrodite asked Glasán.
"Aye. I have only been here once but… it's not a place you can easily forget," Glasán said, hugging himself.
He seemed to have many conflicting feelings returning here. After all, this was the place where he was created, and which sealed his fate as a legend.
And at the heart of the cave, bathed in a faint blue-green glow, hung the fruits. Their skin shimmered like little pearls, drops of light clinging to their surface. They pulsed faintly, as though alive and breathing.
"Ohhh, what are these?" Somner, as a lover of shiny and pretty things, was immediately attracted to them.
