Aphrodite glided through the lush garden of Olympus, her presence like a soft whisper of spring breeze. The petals of blooming roses and the delicate fragrance of myrtles seemed to part in reverence as she walked. The garden was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, casting a warm glow that accentuated her ethereal beauty.

Her gown, a flowing cascade of shimmering silk, fluttered gently with each step, catching the light and creating a halo of iridescence around her. The doves, her loyal companions, flitted alongside her, their soft coos a gentle symphony to her grace.

As she approached the grand marble hall where the gods were gathering, the sounds of laughter and divine conversation grew louder, mingling with the scent of ambrosia and nectar. The hall, adorned with intricate tapestries and golden columns, awaited her arrival, its grandeur reflecting the significance of the assembly.