Trapped (1)

My eyes flutter opens slowly, and I find myself seated at a table. I try to make my gaze shimmer, to summon emotions from the depths of old memories, but my body remains still, my hands motionless, my head tilted slightly toward the red hue that fills the room. It takes me a moment to realize it—this is not my body. I am no longer myself.

I am Eos. The god I created.