You were Apollo's lover. He treated you like a godess and he loved you dearly. But, you had a secret. None of that was true.

You called it 'shfting'. Every night, you'd go to a world made by your imagination, were the greek gods existed. But the guilt was killing you and to help deal with it, you started writing a diary.

Apollo read it. He was standing before you, with your diary in his hands, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Am I just... not real...? Is any of this real?!"