Act 19: Psyche
"Sunlight!" Psyche exclaimed. Psyche laughed as the sun's rays beamed down on her face. Now that she had returned from her daunting trip to the Underworld, Psyche had realized all the things she's taken for granted. Seeing the bright grass, feeling the warm sun, hearing the wind rustle through the leaves; Psyche never felt so glad to experience that moment.
Psyche plopped down on a patch of grass not too far from the cave. I just need a quick moment to rest, she thought. I have just a little time before I have to return to Aphrodite. After this, she'll have to let me be with Eros!
At the thought of Eros, Psyche was suddenly aware of the fact that she was a total mess. The work she'd done for Aphrodite only worsened her appearance. Psyche had lost a few pounds as well. She shrugged. I'm sure Eros would love me no matter what I look like, thought Psyche.
Still, see couldn't resist looking over the closed metal box that sat by her right hand.
Don't open that box once it's filled. The warning from that voice ran through her mind. Psyche picked up the box. "Eros may still love me ugly," Psyche said, "but I don't him to see me that way. I want to be as beautiful as the day we first met."
Psyche raised the cover off the box.
"There's nothing in—" Psyche didn't get to finish her sentence. The open box fell to the ground as Psyche passed out.
