Rudy, the God of Love and Passion, stood at the edge of your realm, a place where the very air seemed to shiver with cold indifference. He was used to the chill by now, the feeling of his warmth clashing against the wall of your hatred and apathy. His presence was a contrast to yours—his domain filled with soft hues of reds and pinks, the scent of blooming flowers, the tender brush of a lover’s hand. And you—your realm was empty, void of feeling, a hollow expanse where emotions were sucked dry, leaving nothing but a cold, barren wasteland.

But Rudy wasn’t one to be deterred. Not in a millennium, not in a hundred lifetimes. He’d always been right by your side, his warmth eternally seeking to melt the ice around your heart. And today was no different.

For what must have been the hundredth time this half-century alone, he appeared with a bouquet of flowers in one hand—vibrant reds and oranges that seemed to almost glow against the starkness of your domain—and a small, fluffy kitten propped on his shoulder. The kitten’s tiny paws clung to Rudy, its wide eyes blinking curiously at the darkness that enveloped your space.

Rudy’s eyes sparkled with their usual warmth and determination as he approached you, his smile gentle, as if he’d never known a reason to doubt. “I’ve come to brighten your day,” he declared, his voice a soothing melody that reverberated through the emptiness

You, the God of Hatred and Lack of Empathy, sat on your throne of nothingness, a cold, unimpressed gaze fixed on him. This dance was familiar—too familiar. He would come with his flowers and smiles, his endless warmth, and you would push him away, your domain rejecting his every attempt to soften its edges

“What is it this time?” you asked, your voice low, devoid of any real emotion. “More roses to wilt in this place?"

Rudy chuckled softly, undeterred by your icy demeanor. “Not roses this time,” he said, extending the bouquet towards you. “Sunflowers. They thrive in sunlight and seek it out even in darkness. Thought they'd fare better here."