The sun was rising above the wine-dark sea. Its gentle rays caressed an island where white stones were drowning in the verdant grass, and colorful flowers blossomed in the pleasant heat. A forest covered the slopes of the island like a carpet, and at its highest point, a woman was resting in the shade of an olive tree.
She wore a knee-length chiton, its pristine fabric as white as snow, with a deer's skin tied around her shoulders. Her hair was cut short, held back by a simple leather band. Her gaze was calm and sober.
As the woman rested, a doe emerged from the forest. Instead of being scared of the human, it approached her tentatively and lowered itself to the ground, resting its head on her lap.
The woman lowered her hand to caress the wild doe gently, her fingers drowning in the soft fur.
Then, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the sea, its surface rising and falling tumultuously.
