"Athens, 440 BC.

The city was alive with the promise of greatness. Marble rose beneath the Attic sun, the agora hummed with merchants and philosophers, and the distant Acropolis stood watch over the restless streets. Beyond the city walls, the sea glittered beneath the Athenian fleet, carrying the weight of ambition, pride, and an empire still growing.

Amidst it all moved a familiar figure, dressed in fine linen, with olive-dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold the same restless spirit as the city itself. There was something timeless in their bearing, something that belonged as much to the ancient stones as it did to the people who walked beside them. They carried their pride quietly, their burdens invisibly, and their future like a promise that had yet to be fulfilled."

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He was whipping up..something in a kettle? Idk this image really spoke to me when I was scrolling thru Pinterest. Slightly inspired by Hetalia. Macedon version ⊱here⊰