"...As you command, Your Majesty."
Clear eyes glanced at the clay jar in his hands, and Epimetheus answered respectfully.
Everything for today should come to an end, he approached the statue standing on the ground.
Slashing open his palm, Epimetheus let his blood stain the stone figure, visibly, the girl gradually gained vitality from an inanimate object.
Her skin turned rosy and full of color, the sound of a heartbeat began to ring, and finally, when her eyes sparkled to life, she was thoroughly imbued with life.
The newly born girl blinked her bright eyes, she looked at the deity standing before her, and spoke her first words:
"Who are you, who am I, and who are they?"
"You are Pandora, 'the woman endowed with all gifts.' I am Epimetheus, your creator, and your future husband; and they are the gods, masters of this world."
