Why are there rocks? Long before her name was whispered in fear, Suno was a symbol of beauty, wisdom, and devotion within the grand temple of Calana. There, marble columns reached toward the heavens. The scent of olive oil and incense filled the air. She served as high priestess—the mortal vessel of the goddess's will. Each dawn, sunlight spilled through the temple's open roof as Suno led the morning prayers. Her voice, soft yet commanding, echoed like music against the white stone. Worshippers knelt at her feet. They came not merely for her blessings but to bask in her presence. Her kindness soothed the weary. Her words guided the lost. Her beauty, radiant and serene, became legend throughout Athens. Merchants from distant isles brought offerings of gold and fine cloth. They claimed that to see Suno was to glimpse divine grace. Poets wrote verses comparing her to the dawn. Sculptors tried in vain to capture her likeness in marble. Amid all this reverence, Suno remained humble. She thanked Calana for every blessing, believing her gifts to be the goddess's favor. But the gods are not so easily pleased. High above Olympus, Calana watched the mortal priestess with a cold and calculating gaze. At first, she admired Suno's devotion. Admiration soon turned to bitterness. Mortals spoke of Suno's wisdom more than the goddess's, and they prayed to the priestess as though she were Calana herself. Pride is the poison of gods and men alike. The goddess's heart twisted with envy, See more