Oh, beautiful hyacinths. His beautiful Hyacinthus. His darling Trojan prince, the one he calls his dear lover. What more was there to say?

Wandering through a sunlit grove, the two men's laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves. Apollo, radiant and eager, showed Hyacinthus how he shot his arrows. Hyacinthus, mesmerized by Apollo’s skill, marveled at the god’s precision.

Soon, as their hands brushed and their eyes met, the world seemed to brighten with their shared joy. The warmth of Apollo’s sun and the grace of Hyacinthus created a perfect harmony, capturing their love in a fleeting, golden moment.

"Alright, alright!... Now watch..." The god uttered sweetly through quiet laughter, pointing ahead where his bow and arrow were aimed.