All our worlds explain things about us in some way, shape or form. It might not be the best way and it might not have been the wave we wished for it to happen. Even my own.

[ There's an unspoken one day he might explain things about his skin, about who those flowers were for those few months ago. The silence that follows is profound as Helios walks with Ginia, watching Odin run through the snow like an overgrown puppy. He stops when they come face to face with one of his unicorns. ]

Oh! I believe we've hit an obstacle.