To: Amphrite, nymph and neried of water
From: Poesidon, king of the ocean
To you, my dear Amphitrite, I write this letter. I write in hope that you may forgive me for all the betrayal by infidelity I did to you. I do not expect to you to forgive me, but I hope that you may understand me in a way never before shown to anyone in life or death.
From Hades I write this to you. I do not know how or when I will get this to you. I do not know if I will be able to even get this to you in one piece. But I am certain I will be able to get this to you. Only Thantos can leave this prison we call the underworld and Elysium without having his memory wiped by the river Lethe, and even then it is only for a short amount of time. HE is not persuadable, yet I will persuadable him to carry this manuscript to you.
You may not have noticed, but the Olympians are no longer. Along with Eros, love, and Psyche, soul, you and your nymph brethren are all what is left of what was once Olympus. All the rest are dead.
The nymphs are only still alive because they are the true spirit of nature, that, and the fact that humans still believe that the trees and the plants whuch grow in the ground still have life. Once humanity stops believing the nymphs will cease to exist. That is what binds nymphs to Earth. The human's faith is what binds the universe together and that started to unravel when Pandora let doubt out of her box of sorrows.
Psyche and Eros still exist for different reasons. They are the true living incarnation of hope, what keeps humans moving forward and get them out of bed in the morning. Without hope, human kind would have succumbed long ago to Pandora's many troubles: misery, despair, plague, lies, doubt, anger, pain, sorrow, worry, hate, disease and every other kind of trouble you can imagine. They balance each other out: lust and love, soul and anger.
Hope is what is keeping the humans faith and thus the strands of the universe together. Hope that the pain will end, the sun will rise. Hope that even though it is the darkest hour of the night, it is the hour just before the dawn.
Dear Amphitrite, never a day goes by where I do not desire to see your lovely face. I would rather be the mortal servant of a poor man in the land of the living then forever in Tartarus, the darkest and deepest hole beneath the Earth; than being forever the king of kings in Elysium if it meant I would not have to go another moment without hearing your voice or seeing your face for barley a moment, I love you so much. You are everything to me.
It may be very well impossible, but I promise you this: I will return to you. Someday, somehow, somewhere, I will find you, return to you, and be with you as we step into eternity.
No responsibility. Being who we are, not who people expects us or wants us to be. We can be us, just you and me for the rest of forever. You and I together, encased in a honeycomb of never ending love with the unknown soldiers who died for love: brothers and sisters who were slain protecting each other when their village was attacked, mothers who used their body's as shields for children and fathers who went off to war with the sole intent of making sure that his own or others children were safe.
Entranced in never ending love, we will truly live forever in the company of those who expect nothing from us.
We will be free. We will be safe. No one but you and I will be in true paradise.
Love, Poesidon
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