As you stand at the river's edge, you feel a sense of anticipation as you await the return of the ferryman. The water ripples gently in the moonlight, and you can hear the distant sound of oars slicing through the dark, still waters. Soon, a shadowy figure emerges from the mist, and you feel a chill run down your spine as you realize that it is Charon, the ferryman of the underworld. He silently beckons for you to board his boat, and as you step onto the creaking wooden planks, you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation.

The journey to the underworld awaits, and you can only wonder what lies ahead as the ferryman begins to row, his dark cloak billowing in the night breeze...