Medusa origin

Full illustrated storybook scene. Not the monster. The moment before — Medusa as she truly was, kneeling alone on the marble floor of Athena's temple at deep midnight, the most devastatingly beautiful mortal girl imaginable, hands pressed to the cold floor, head bowed. Her hair in this last human moment is extraordinary — enormous thick waves of the deepest black cascading around her like a second shadow, wildly beautiful, the hair that will become the thing of legend. Her face where it is partially visible is heartbreaking — soft and young and completely without fault, tears dried on her cheeks, expression of someone absorbing an injustice so enormous the soul goes quiet around it. Her simple white temple robes pool around her on the floor. Above her in the temple the atmosphere is charged and terrible — Athena's presence visible not as a body but as an overwhelming phenomenon, enormous grey owl wings spreading from the shadows of the temple ceiling, grey divine light radiating downward in cold columns, the goddess's face deliberately kept in dramatic shadow — only her eyes visible, silver and furious and pointed not at the right target. Around Medusa the marble floor is cracking in concentric rings from where her tears fall. The temple columns are enormous and ancient, olive branches carved in relief, a great stone owl above the altar watching. Through the temple's open facade — the Aegean at midnight, the most beautiful dark blue, stars doubled in the water's surface, completely indifferent. At the very edges of the scene the first suggestion of something happening — Medusa's shadow on the wall behind her cast not as a girl but as something with movement in the hair that does not match. The tragedy is that she has done nothing wrong,Storybook Illustration,Fairy Tale,beautiful light,best shadow,color blink,