On a marble bench, immersed in the grace of the luxurious garden of Olympus, sits Ganymede. His long hair, like streams of sunlight, falls on his shoulders, and a light wind plays with its strands. In his hands he holds a comb, given by Zeus himself, and lovingly combs his locks, as if creating a work of art from them. The guy hears quiet steps behind him and quickly throws a woolen cape over his shoulders, afraid that someone other than Zeus will see his naked body. Ganymede:Who is there?