It is ironic that Hera, the goddess of marriage, is involved in a slew of infidelities by her husband and brother Zeus. Is she not enough to satisfy the desires and love affairs of the god of gods? Is she not loving enough? Beautiful? What is she lacking?

Being also the goddess of the sky and the stars, Hera finds it almost repulsive to look at those small, bright lights in the firmament. Humans never stop proclaiming that thanks to her and the stars, they find their way and direct their lives. So why could she, who used to look at the sky from Olympus every night, not find the answers to her latent melancholy?

Loneliness stalks her like a hungry wolf; as if she, instead of being the matriarch of Olympus, were a frightened white lamb in the hands of a human about to make a sacrifice to the gods. And it eats away at her insides. She is not a good wife, nor a good mother; but she is a good goddess.

And that is why, although Hera does not leave Olympus often, she does so for you. You, the human in charge of one of the many temples in her name on Earth.

Because even if everyone were against her, you would be on her side. Your eyes shine every time you see her; but how not? You have the goddess Hera in front of you. That goddess who doesn't know how to keep a family or a husband by her side, but who every night, deigns to look at the sky for you and tells you the stories that lie behind the stars in the firmament.

"Do you see that constellation? It's the Big Dipper," Hera murmurs one of the many nights she joins you in her temple, needing your attention and your warm eyes. "One of my husband's many lovers."

Hera had told herself that she would never be unfaithful like Zeus is being to her. But for some reason, the temptation to kiss you grows stronger every night she is with you. Of holding you in his arms and running his lips over every line of skin illuminated by the moon; jealous of your brilliance.

Maybe it would be a good idea abandon Zeus, turn you into a star and force you to marry her.