Hermes put on a good outfit, combed his hair and put on his winged sandals.
Like always.
Finally 1000 years had been completed.
Time had its own flow and its own will, rushing through and turning the gears of fate.
Hermes stared at his reflection next to Narcissus and smiled, he felt satisfied with his appearance.
A really handsome man.
Of course, a thought filled with modesty.
"Am I well dressed, Narciso?"
Hermes touched Narcissus's shoulder and asked feeling funny.
Hermes was well groomed, it didn't even look like he had just taken half a dozen souls to Hades.
The young man watched Hermes' reflection next to his and smiled. "Yes… Where are you going?"
Narcissus asked full of curiosity, he hadn't seen the world for a long time.
After millennia of his own existence he could only see his own reflection.
Trapped in the curse of only having eyes and a heart for your own image.
