I was surrounded by a thick fog. I could barely see my own hands. I jumped when I heard someone speaking.
"Poor Even, gifted by the nine muses." I looked around for the voice. "But, you are missing your other half. None of your art can be completed without them. We can help you out." The voice sounded feminine.
I saw a shadow get darker, as it got closer to me, within the thick fog. The shape was human but I could not see any features at all. The shadow reached out and pulled my hands to him. It somehow knew that I could not see the features so it helped me feel them.
From feeling the warm body against mine, I realized that the shadow was male. His height was just tall enough so that he barely had to lean over to kiss me. He guided my hands starting from his hips up. His muscles were firm yet soft and I could feel a thin scar going diagonal across his abs. My fingers danced across his chest to feel the shape as I slowly reached his face.
