You must not turn around. You must not look back. I know that I must not disobey this simple request. Yet, I cannot stop my mind from running untamed. I now listen closely for Eurydice's footfall behind me, but her shade makes no sound. Could I have been tricked by Hades and his cold Queen Persephone? Did Eurydice fall behind? Questions of mistrust and other morbid thoughts seem to close in on my brain. I desperately yearn to see her with all of my essence. Yet, the words of Hades seem to echo. You must not turn around. You must not look back.
As I struggle to make it toward the light, I c…
