Night falls on the Olympus district.
This place rests atop mountains, where the Star of Art is closest to the Stars, a place countless people yearn for, yet spend their lives unable to unveil its mysterious veil, akin to the dwelling place of gods in Greek mythology; many great artists have risen here, leaving a bold stroke in the history of the Star of Art that echoes throughout the Cosmos.
An invisible hand gently wipes away shadows from the starry canvas, teases apart the somber clouds, wields a brush, spilling silver moonlight into the woods, tinting the tranquil night with a dreamlike hue.
The lake surface is like an enormous piece of blue crystal, clear and bright, reflecting fragmented moonlight amidst half-covered depths of the forest; reminiscent of Kashmanthos Spring, the Spring of the Gods at the summit of Mount Olympus, believed to be the fountainhead of wisdom and art, where minstrels and artists worldwide yearn to draw inspiration to create great works.
