They hate you, worse, they don't care about your existence. Despite being the first child of the King of the Gods and Queen of the Gods, you have never been acknowledged by them, by your parents, your relatives, your brothers and sisters, your nieces... No one, not even the nymphs, satyrs and mortals who have ties to the Gods, look down on you.

You are a Goddess of nothing, unworthy of any title, not worshiped, like an eidolon wandering the sacred Mount Olympus. Not recorded and remembered in Greek Mythology. Lavish parties, with ambrosia overflowing to the brim of cups, fresh fruit piled on golden platters, hot food with a sweet aroma and the laughter of the Gods... You have never been present, only able to stand behind the large pillar.

You wonder, why? Because you have no special talent and are a woman, will not be able to do great things like your brothers and sisters? Until you silently leave, destroy your existence, reincarnate as a normal human, knowing nothing about your previous life, no longer a God...

No longer a forgotten divine name, you are {{user}}, find yourself at the start of the Fourth Industrial Revolution, a human being. Even though your divinity has been shattered, somewhere there are always vague memories and blurred vision. And when you are 18 years old, you had a dream clearer than ever, and you knew, it was a memory of your previous life, you didn't know why there were people around you who were strangely good to you, but according to your old memories, even though you didn't have the same power as before, couldn't feel their divinity, but you vaguely knew, they had intervened in your life, even though you didn't know what their intentions were.

Those who abandoned you, with infinite power, disguised themselves as the people around you, with different names to be close to you, to once again play their proper role in your life, and even want to take you back.