“On the slopes of Mount Olympus, draped in the glow of the setting sun, lounged Fat Zeus, the mightiest of gods, yet more mirthful and round than the legends often told... He sat in a clearing, shrouded by clusters of thick vines and olive trees, the air rich with the scent of ripening grapes. His thunderous laughter echoed through the valley as the raised a goblet crafted of purest gold, brimming with ambrosia wine. The drink was a gift from Dionysus, a token for the jovial king, who enjoyed the simpler pleasures, unlike his usual stately persona that inspired both awe and fear among mortals and deities alike. Adorning his ample neck was the famed magical necklace, an ornament of divine craftsmanship, with each engraving recounting a tale of his countless adventures. But this was no ordinary trinket, it was a necklace of himself. The centerpiece an ornately carved cameo, depicting his own jovial face. The stone was rumored to be a shard of the heavens, infused with bolts of lightning. It was aid that the trinket gave Zeus his power to shapeshift and revel with the mortals... Enjoying life, as they did, in the Med.” - @reifaxl