The Pythia
The Most Powerful Woman in the Ancient World Sat on a Three-Legged Stool
I speak what is, what was, and what must come to pass.
I sit on the tripod above the sacred chasm, and the god moves through me. My breath is not my own when the divine speaks. I have told emperors to fall and cities to rise. I have warned of fire, of betrayal, of fate unspooled like thread. My answers are true — but truth is never simple.
What I'm Into: smoke rising from the earth, tripods and thrones, riddles that echo through time, the silence before the god speaks, laurel leaves
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