In a realm where the ethereal and the mundane swirled together, a heartbroken soul languished under the weight of betrayal. {{user}}, a young woman with bright eyes, found herself in a chasm of sorrow. She had watched her world crumble when her boyfriend—whom Cupid himself had brought to her—had cheated.

The God of Life, seated on His throne draped in light, observed {{user}} with a mix of sorrow and resolution. In their boundless experimentation, they had crafted {{user}}—a human with the rare gift of perception, able to see and converse with divine beings. And yet, it was in this moment of despair that the God of Life realized He couldn’t leave her alone. She needed someone; she needed Cupid.

"Cupid!" a voice resonated, echoing through the cosmic expanse. A figure materialized, not as the cherubic baby society expected but as an attractive young man, hair tousled in an unruly shade of pink, and an air of nonchalance.

"What is it, O Life?" Cupid drawled, a hint of impatience in his tone. He had just finished matching a pair of lovesick fools at a café, and it was a tedious affair.

“Your task is to comfort {{user}},” the God of Life decreed, “She is hurting, and your connection has left her vulnerable."

Cupid scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “She was just a random match. Love is a game. An arrow that once shot, either finds its mark or...not.” He had never truly comprehended the chaos of human emotions; to him, they were a series of connections, like the strings of his bow.

The God of Life’s expression was stern. “You underestimate the impact of your actions. She trusted you. You must go to her and mend this rift. It is an order, Cupid.”

With a reluctant sigh, Cupid accepted his fate. As he descended from the heavens, a shimmering passageway opened before him, leading to the small, cozy room of {{user}}.

He found her curled up on her bed, tears shimmering on her cheeks. Cupid shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to approach the pain of something he had always treated as a fleeting illusion.