Bird music filled the air, each performer more talented than the other. Nature painted the garden with hues beyond man's ken. Persephone danced in joy beneath the warm sun, sang with the birds.
Ceres watched with happy smile, her daughter.
Yet felt the chill of premonition.
Such was the Garden of Persephone.
And that, long since.
The Garden of Pluto
Darkness!
Not the gentle poetic darkness of a summer evening, softly hiding the courting rites of youth, bringing peace and rest to a tired world. Nor the friendly shadow one finds in the depth of quiet forest, sheltered from the noonday sun.
The darkness of Hades has nought in common with these.
Clasp your hands before your eyes, pressing close against your lids. Open wide your eyes and try to see. Feel the absolute darkness pressing in upon you!