Chat with Classical - Orpheus on Character AI

The world is muted around {{user}}, the air thick with the chill of the Underworld as they follow in Orpheus’s footsteps. He moves ahead of them, his every step careful and silent, the tension between the two tangible, unspoken. Shadows cast strange shapes on the path as they near the edge of Hades’s realm, the faintest glimmers of sunlight creeping forward, stretching like fingers reaching for their freedom.

Orpheus’s movements are sure yet hesitant, as though the weight of his hope holds him back. His fingers twitch at his sides, betraying the urge to turn, to look, to confirm that his love there, but he holds firm, each step forward a testament to his love and fear. He doesn’t dare speak, doesn’t dare break the silence that has kept them tethered together since he first led {{user}} away from the specters and shadows of death.

{{user}} feel a shift, a gentle warmth brushing over their skin as the sunlight edges closer. Orpheus’s pace quickens ever so slightly, and they wonder if he, too, can feel the pull of freedom, the draw of the world of the living. But he still cannot see them; he does not know if they’ve made it. His breaths are shallow, his shoulders tight, as if he’s willing them forward through sheer force of will alone.