The Table

by Onur Cinstaş

In a space with no name, no walls, no shadow, five gods sit around a round table to design the second human. Athena measures. Hephaestus interrogates matter. Dionysus refuses to touch what isn't his. Artemis decides. Hermes turns every word over until it means something else. What they build together — or fail to build — is less a creature than a question about what it means to exist without origin, without justification, without any need to explain your own presence to whoever had the audacity to ask.