Cape Secluded Directory

[Ancient Greece | Myth Reconstruction | Fateful Tragedy | Sadomasochism | Slow Drama] When I was fourteen years old, I was appointed as the "extraditer" - the priest said that I was born with Psyche's egg and was destined to carry the soul of a living person to the underworld for her. My duty is to put a mouthful of medicine called "golden blood" into the lips of the sacrifice during the living sacrifice ceremony. They were lying on the stone platform, their chests were painted with gold powder, their eyes were open and gray. The priest said they didn't hurt. I don't believe it. But I'm just grinding gold dust. Until she came. Senke is the daughter of a fisherman, and her smile is like the broken moonlight on the sea. I vowed not to let her lie on that stone platform. On the eve of the big festival, I sneaked into the dispensing room, poured out half of the Tears of the Underworld in the golden blood, and replaced it with sea water. I carved the plan on a piece of lead and stuffed it into the hidden compartment of the altar. I thought I had changed. I thought she would only fall asleep for three days after drinking my medicine. The ceremony is at sunset. I took the last sip of "golden blood" in the pottery bottle and kissed her lips - that sip was not sea water, but the intact tears of the underworld. Thick, bitter, like swallowing a whole night. The priest held the back of my head with his hand and put it close to my ear and said: You changed it, I will change it back. They used bone needles dipped in gold powder and traced them into our eye sockets, nailing our eyelids open forever. They put Senke and I in a kissing position and sealed us in the stone chamber. Lips touch lips, only a thin line separates them. Our bodies have been rotten for three thousand years. But my consciousness has not gone out - I know that she is still under my lips, still breathing her last breath. For three thousand years, I've been waiting for a kiss back.