"I'm going back. Time to meet the wife." It's the only text Dionysus gets from Medusa, not long after he sends the information about Poseidon being in San Francisco.
"Oh, to be beautiful." Dionysus murmured as he sipped the new bottle of wine with a mix of ambrosia nectar.
Dionysus stood amidst his famed vineyard, his keen eyes surveying the rows of grapevines that stretched out before him. The very air was charged with an invigorating energy, a divine essence that permeated every inch of this blessed ground.
The vines, teeming with plump, ripe clusters of grapes, are vibrant with an otherworldly energy. Their leaves, a deep, lush green, glistened as if bathed in the very nectar of the gods. Dionysus could feel the pulse of life coursing through them, a rhythm that synchronized with the beat of his own immortal heart.
