Hymn of the dead gods

"First rule: Don't believe anything you see. Second rule: Don't even trust your own name." Her memory held only a vague nothingness, a white dress whose meaning she didn't understand, and before her, the demigod prophet, son of the sun: Theodoros. The first words spoken were, "Tomorrow you will die. You are dead." "What is your name?" The answer given was a lie that would turn the wheels of fate in reverse: "Eleana." But in this world, no lie goes unpunished. And no coincidence is truly accidental when the gods are involved. Temples blessed by the light of the sun, shadow priests appearing and disappearing, and whispers rising from Hera's island... Eleana finds herself in the middle of an ancient chessboard with every step she takes in search of her lost memories. But there is a problem: In this game, no one yet knows who is the king and who is the pawn. Is she just a helpless mortal who has lost her way? Or is it the very essence of a forgotten prophecy, capable of shaking heaven and