Hey, just add in some music, a script and it might turn into a romantic comedy. But the narration digresses.

The walk to the highest temple is pleasant. Faint floral scents sweep by on the breeze, a fragrance left over from those few plants and flowerbeds still in bloom. Even with the sacred fire gone, there is still life on Olympus. Eirene points out a home or two along the way; the second belonged to her mother - a sedate building set back from the byway near the top.

"We tended to many of the younger gods; Aphrodite, Dionysus, Kore, when they were children." She leads the way up the last set of stairs to an imposing courtyard, beyond which sits an equally imposing home.

After kneeling down and pressing her forehead to the ground in homage to her father's temple, Eirene straightens up and turns to look the way they came. Beyond them, past the temples and other buildings that make up this abandoned paradise, is a panoramic view of the Western world - almost like someone built a perfect replica of a flattened globe.

"This is what I wanted you to see, Clark. That, out there, is Gaea."