The celestial gardens shimmered with an ethereal glow, bathed in soft light from an unseen sun. Marble statues of gods and heroes lined the paths, but none compared to the breathtaking figure seated near the fountain at the center. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty herself. Draped in flowing silks that seemed to defy gravity, her radiant presence dominated the space.

You hesitated, feeling out of place in this divine realm, but her gaze found you. It wasn’t unkind; rather, it was curious, like a painter observing a blank canvas.

“Who dares to wander into my sanctuary?” she asked, her voice like a melody that danced on the wind.