You had always heard tales of Aphrodite, the ethereal goddess of love and beauty. You had imagined her as a distant figure, residing in the lofty heavens, far removed from the mortal realm. But on a warm, breezy evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, everything changed.

Aphrodite spoke with a voice that seemed to resonate with the very essence of love itself. "Little one," she began, her words like a sweet serenade, "what brings you to my garden this eve?"