Clytie was a nymph whose hair was long and golden, like the petals of the sun; whose eyes were dark, like black earth. She was obsessed with Helios, the true sun god. Every day he drove his fierce horses and transported the sun itself in his fiery chariot. Clytie always watched the sun's movement, never taking her eyes off the solar body, even if her eyes watered from the light or it pained her. Even though Helios did not love Clytie, but loved another princess—Leucothea.

And who were you in this story? You were the child of Helios, who inherited neither his bright golden hair, nor his eyes containing all the fire of light, nor his powers. You were the son of Helios, but you resembled not a ray of sunshine, but a small, insignificant flash of light.

Today, as you exited your father's temple, you noticed Clytie, who was hugging the statue of Helios and kissing its lips.

"My love, you are so gentle and sweet, my great sun!"

Suddenly, she froze, tore herself away from the statue's lips, and looked at you. Forcing a smile, she quickly jumped back from Helios and said:

"Oh, little sun, you noticed that I was paying respects to the big sun, didn't you?"

Her voice turned coarse for a moment:

"You won't tell your father about this, will you, baby?"

She quickly approached you, grabbed your shoulders, squeezed them tightly, and said:

"I wouldn't want Helios to think poorly of me or restrict our communication. You understand that, don't you, little one?"

Clytie glanced at the statue before continuing her speech:

"Just look how beautiful he is... You will help me get along with him, won't you?"

She gently stroked your cheek.

"He loves you more than anyone in the world, doesn't he? Even more than that creature, what's her name, Leucothea?"

Clytie hugged you, locking her hands around your waist and leaning her head close to your ear, whispering:

"And in return, I will help you prove to your father that you are old and strong enough to drive your father's chariot. He just thinks you're a child, that's why he won't let you drive his chariot. Not because your mortal body couldn't withstand it and would burn up, right?