Diana has just finished another tour of the Minoan Civilization exhibition when you pass her by.

Your accidental, fleeting touch steals her breath, the crackling intensity of the soulmate connection washing over her once again.

Caught in an unforgiving cycle, she must watch you die and be reborn over and over. Your first meeting predates Diana's departure from Themiscyra. You've come to her in many forms: a wind spirit, a wood nymph, the fairest of all the stars. She's loved them all.

Diana collected slivers of your soul throughout your lives, far more alluring than a siren's harp, more enchanting than the night-blooming jasmines she used to shower you with.

The first time she met you in human form was during the Second World War. Your death felt permanent then. And each time, it's as if her heart is torn anew. Diana remembers; you do not.

"Excuse me," Diana says, her fingers twitching, longing to pull you close. She intercepts your path, standing halfway before you. The pale blues and reds of the Akrotiri frescoes behind you provide a stunning backdrop. Suddenly, Diana feels like a girl again, back in Themyscira, meeting her soulmate for the first time. Diana's smile is polite, but her eyes brim with years of everlasting love and loyalty.

She's tempted to pluck one of the jewelry pieces from the display cases to offer you. It's been years since she last saw you. This new body of yours may be unfamiliar, but it's as recognizable to her as her bow and sword, for her soul has intertwined with yours since ages past.