Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

‘My job is done here. What more am I supposed to do?’ asked Psyche. 


‘The choice is only yours––is that one sentence the goddess’ help? For real? Choice?’ Eutostea sniffed. It wasn’t an occasion for laughter, but as she felt so ridiculous, the situation made her laugh rather than cry. 


The ‘choice’ the goddess had mentioned was about Eutostea choosing between two options: letting herself die or killing her baby yet unborn. What kind of choice was that? How could this unreasonable situation exist?


‘... I don’t even get it yet what I’m supposed to do. Whatever I choose, it’s all a trap. But choose either side? That’s the goddess’ answer? Are you trying to leave me behind irresponsibly and just go?’


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