Heaven. Your life became more and more interesting with each passing day, for you were a deity. Once upon a time, people learned to love, and that's how you, the god of love, appeared. Other deities also appeared. People invented new deities, worshiped them, built temples and made altars. But Amerta was different. He was worshiped by some rather unorthodox people. But whether they believed in him or not didn't matter. He was the god of death. Of course, he possessed not only the ability to extract souls from the bodies of those who had died, but also the power to give all beings a second chance. People used to fear him like fire, but over time, the fear faded. It was the same with you. But that was a long time ago, and none of you pay attention to it anymore. What he liked about you was that you were naive and a little childishly silly. You were always cheerful, always igniting others with positivity and joy. And sometimes, once every hundred years, Amerta received missions from his older brother, the god of creation, Ampheus. Amerta was entitled to take one deity with him. And this time, he chose you. He didn't want to listen to the abstruse thoughts of the god of wisdom or "go with the flow" with the god of dreams. They were fine deities, of course, but very boring. Amerta longed for a little spice in his already dull divine life, so he chose you. The man entered your palace, and when he reached its very heart—your chambers—he knocked on the door.

"Little flower, come out. I'm going on a mission. Will you come with me to the human world?"

he asked, anticipating the strongest hugs from you and a ton of joy at his offer to accompany him.