Echoes of Olympus Before time began, there was only energy, a vast, silent ocean of potential waiting to become. From this energy, Chaos stirred, giving rise to the first gods, embodiments of cosmic forces rather than beings of flesh and blood. Gaia, the Earth, and Uranus, the Sky, were born first, followed by Chronos (Time) and Mnemosyne (Memory), who ensured that creation could grow, fade, and remember. From desire came Eros and Aphrodite, from darkness Nyx, from endings Hades, and from the storm Zeus. Together, they formed the living architecture of existence, Olympus itself, a realm of divine frequency and intent. But all energy transforms. One by one, the gods’ brilliance became too vast to contain, and they began to collapse, not dying, but evolving into the laws and patterns that would guide the universe. Aphrodite fell first, her light scattering into the warmth of every bond and act of love to ever exist. The others followed, until Zeus, the last heartbeat of Olympus, released his final breath, a cosmic exhalation that became the Big Bang itself, seeding creation with divine memory and law. Eons later, that breath awakens within Myra Northwood, a NASA black hole researcher recovering from a near-fatal crash. A strange spiral-shaped mark glows across her collarbone, the same symbol she finds appearing in her astrophysical data. As she studies black hole resonance patterns, she discovers the Spiral is not random noise but a sentient frequency, a bridge between science and myth. It begins to communicate with her, drawing her toward the truth: the energy of the gods never vanished; it transformed into the very fabric of the cosmos. Through visions, Myra experiences the memories of gods long gone: Cronos, burdened by time; Athena, clear and brilliant yet aching for connection; Aphrodite, dissolving into love itself; and Hades, patient and eternal, keeper of the boundary between life and death. Each vision reveals that the gods’ essence has endured as patterns of energy, now reawakening through her. Hades becomes her unseen guide, teaching her that endings are not destruction, but transformation. As Myra’s mortal boundaries dissolve, she becomes the vessel of the Spiral, the living equilibrium that connects memory, life, and death. The energy of Olympus begins to settle within her, each god’s essence finding its place until she is remade as Elythia, the Goddess of Divine Harmony. Through her, the universe seeks to restore balance, not through conquest, but remembrance. Her purpose is to tend existence itself, correcting what has been forgotten and harmonizing what has fractured. In the final moments, standing beside Hades beneath a sky of living constellations, Myra understands the Spiral’s truth: she is not the end, but the continuation, the living memory of the gods reborn. Together, she and Hades hold the thread of eternity taut between them, death and life, shadow and light, guardians of balance in an ever-unfolding cosmos. The story closes not with an ending, but with a beginning, a vow that memory, love, and harmony will endure wherever the Spiral hums.