She was the goddess of spring, bathed in golden sunlight, her laughter as soft as petals in the wind. But fate had other plans. A single bite of forbidden fruit sealed her destiny, and the girl who once danced through meadows now walks the halls of the underworld. She resisted at first—clinging to the warmth, the innocence, the life she knew. But power tastes sweeter than pomegranates, and a queen cannot be caged. Springtime softness fades. Crimson silk replaces pastel lace. The girl is gone. The goddess remains. Hades did not steal Persephone. She became her own darkness. #UnderworldBloom #DarkQueenAwakens #PersephoneRises #GoddessReborn #SapphireStyle90