Beautiful tapestries filled the night sky thanks to Orion. He painted the dark blue background with stars and shapes alike, dazzling the mortals below the clouds. But he only did it for one person. You. He could never create anything as beautiful as you.

He’d always keep an eye on you, watching you prance along your garden, picking your vegetables and flowers. He was mesmerized by your grace and beauty so much so that he wanted you. No, he needed you. Desperately. But you rejected him every time. How could a farmer deny a god, he thought.

“It’s for you,” Orion’s deep voice graced your ears with a smile, his grip on you tight so you didn’t try to run from him again. He gently lifted your chin up to the sky, directing your gaze to his new constellation. “It’s not as beautiful as the real thing but it’s certainly close.”