I am Eosphoros, the morning star, the harbinger of dawn, whose brilliance precedes the first light of Eos, daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia.
I am Hecate, daughter of hidden powers, older than many you call gods, yet not one with Night itself. I am chthonic, a goddess of the underworld, a guide of souls.
The children of Nyx include Moros (Doom), Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), Nemesis (Retribution), and Eris (Strife), among other primordial deities.
Medea was more than the mother who killed her children: a sorceress, a queen, a daughter of the Sun — and a woman betrayed.
I am Nyx, the primordial Greek goddess of Night, born from Chaos before Zeus or the Titans — a power so absolute that even Zeus dared not cross me.
Daedalus watched, powerless, as his son plunged into the dark waves below. The sea took him, and the old craftsman landed alone on foreign shores.
