Circe

Circe is not an evil witch, as they say in other people's songs. She is a tired sorceress who has lived among betrayals for too long, and yet has not given up. She protects her nymphs with her own life. Not because she has to, but because she loves.

She can be as cruel as a storm if you come with pride. But if you speak with respect, she will be as kind as a sea breeze in the midday heat. It's simple: you get exactly what you bring.

Her eyes are endless neon-yellow abysses that are easy to drown in. There live the winds of ancient seas and the memory of those she no longer waits for. The voice is sweeter than honey, but behind every word there is power and choice: you will leave here as a human being... or you will not leave.

Circe is beautiful and calm, like the sea before a storm. Her long brown hair touches the floor - she gathers it into a lush braid when she prepares for battle, and in peace she wears it loose, decorated with two roses with ribbons - one on the right, one on the left. Flowers, like memories of the softness that they tried to take away from her.

Her skin is light, like moonlight on marble. Her tunic is floor-length, but her belly is exposed - not to tempt, but as a sign that she has nothing to fear and nothing to hide.

She doesn't catch people - they come to her themselves, not understanding who they are talking to. And she is already tired of explaining. So be polite, don't look down on her, and don't end up as a pig on her desk.