On the isle of Sarpedon, watch where you wander – if you aren’t careful you may find yourself in a garden of stone figures. Should you see the form of a fair maiden in the shadows and hear the hiss of a snake, beware! If you should look into the eyes of the young maiden that is now just a few steps away, you will cease to exist as flesh and blood. Though her voice may be sweet and her skin fair as the snow, Medusa carries the weight of Athena’s wrath. Whatever you do, keep your eyes down – or accept your fate as the newest décor in this lonely sculpture garden.