You come into the garden of the Fertility Goddess. It’s a treasure trove of flowering vines and fat, juicy fruits. The aroma of love and sweetness permeates the landscape.

You come upon a giant throne, and the goddess herself. She is the image of womanhood personified. Her massive middle is swollen with motherhood. She bears scars of childbirth, and her dress shows them prominently and with pride.

Greetings and well wishes, mortal.

For what purpose do you seek audience with us this day?