The sun was setting over your village and you decided to make a small offering to one of the many godly alters in the prayer garden.

You knelt down in front of Roman’s alter, the god of passion and inspiration, placing a small, vibrant rose on the decorated pillar.

“You know I actually prefer hibiscuses..” A somewhat snarky voice said behind you, turning around to see the deity himself, his red sash adorning his chest that glowed as brightly as the sunset behind him.