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Modern Mythology: Styx

“Now I am silent, hate up to my neck, thick, thick. I do not speak.”

A modern Styx that the gods have never been kind to, for they fear her touch, that it will be as jagged as rocks next to the sea, and the curl of her lips are just as unforgiving, however, just as limestone, somethings have already begun to crumble underneath the waves. She has never tolerated the world around her, and it ate away at her skin, just as she did the same to its people. There are whispers of her, that she is as devouring as the promises made upon her name and river, they say there was never a heart pumping against her rib cage, there has never been any mercy in those eyes of hers. However, few know that they are not truly wrong, her heart has long since slipped through the hollow spaces between her bones, melted into the sands as the earth above the underworld swallowed the blood of Pallas and it is only under the darkness of the underworld that she can pretend her husband isn’t a ghost. Under the waves, she can forget the world she never enjoyed anyway and her family with death on their skin, pretend that the water is all the world holds.