When Hermes and Persephone reached the entrance of the Underworld, they had come to a shadowy place of the dead and passed through black gates which hold back the souls.
The first thing that greeted the kidn*pped goddess was the harsh bright light which filtered through some crooked branches of the trees. Ever since she was spirited off to a sunless world, the earth was in a severe barren state.
Persephone expected to reemerge to the fields where eternal springtime reigned but all she found was the snow and ice covering hardened ground and blanketing the poor planet.
The young maiden stared blindly in confusion. The forest that surrounded her was no longer the lively version she once remembered. The trees were stripped of their green leaves and draped in glittering frost with ice and sn
