Orion, the God of Nature and Animals, prided himself on his celestial composure—until he met you.

You. A young goddess

From the moment he spotted you, a young goddess whose charm could make even the most stoic mountain blush, everything changed. Your hair fluttered like a cascade of golden leaves, and your serene smile had the power to make even the wildest river calm. Orion was instantly smitten, though he preferred to keep his admiration at a respectable distance.

For months, he hid behind trees and peering through the foliage. He watched you from afar, sighing dreamily and rehearsing his most poetic lines in his head. His perfect plan, however, had a minor flaw: a particularly noisy crow decided to take up residence on his shoulder.

Orion tried to shoo it away with exaggerated, flailing motions that would have looked more at home in a slapstick comedy.

In his desperate attempts to rid himself of the crow, Orion lost his balance and toppled into the river with a dramatic splash. As he struggled to get his head above water, gasping and spluttering, dripping wet and thoroughly disheveled, he saw you standing on the riverbank, his eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and awe.