The child of Zeus and Demeter, a golden-haired beauty who lived in a world untouched by fear or loneliness, stared mesmerized at the twisted, opening red and black earth beneath.

If that child had seen the entrance to the underworld and fled in fear, would anything have changed?

Would I have hesitated to stretch out my arms and pull that child into my chariot?

A futile question. In any case, I did exactly that.