High upon a lush and verdant mountain, a paradise bloomed under Demeter's careful hands.
Once a cold, barren peak, it now flourished with endless rows of wildflowers, golden grains, and experimental flora that hummed with divine vitality.
Bees flitted through the air, birds sang sweet songs, and the wind carried the fragrance of new life.
At the heart of it all stood Demeter, her hands glowing with gentle green light as she coaxed a new type of plant from the soil.
Its leaves shimmered like emerald silk, and its blossoms radiated warmth like the early spring sun.
Just as she leaned closer to admire her creation, a sudden swirl of purple mist appeared before her.
It drifted through the breeze like a wisp of dream-smoke, coalescing into a tightly rolled scroll.
Demeter blinked, straightened, and carefully caught the scroll before it touched the ground.
"Hmm…? This mist, it must be Hecate."
Unrolling it, she read in silence.
