Prophecy or Chemistry? The Mystery of the Oracle of Delphi
In a dark, subterranean alcove of a majestic temple in Apollo’s holy city, an olive-skinned woman with long, graying hair gazes up at the ceiling. Though her youth has clearly faded, she is dressed in the colorful costume of a maiden. Sitting on a three-legged stool, she is surrounded by a small group of robed men, gazing intently upon her like eager children.