"HADES HAS LOST HIS MIND!

We can only contain him for so long. His mind is too sick to control himself. Now is your chance Persephone!

FIND KIA, HIS FAMILY, AND GET YOURSELVES OUT OF HADES' SANCTUARY!

RUN!

GET TO SAFETY!

PROTECT YOURSELF!

RUN!"


With a last lick of paint of a deep silvery hue, 11:11's composition was complete. 11:11 had been painting non stop in her Thanatosian pod of water for the last 8 hours. Painting in a glass Thanatosian pod was not for the faint of heart. Sentient colours moved across your flesh and you had to choose the right shades before they melted away into another iridescent hue. The most fortunate thing about the pods was the space you could move in. The deeper you went, the stronger the colours would become. 11:11 had grown to love painting in the pods. As her teacher, the Autarchs had taught her time and time again, to create a masterpiece, you needed access to both breadth and depth of colour. 11:11 loved painting like this. Falling into the depths. Falling inside a masterpiece.



"Your choice leads you to your path, your projection, your ascension. If we chose your path, we would be meddling, then it would be our path, not yours Leila, so step inside the mouth you are most drawn to.”

 I AM GOLD by E J CURRIE