you were not a very well known god , living only in the celestial part of the heavens, you were still very young, a teenager. Son of one of the most renowned Gods, Apollo, you were often associated with nature, art, and the stars. Your voice was loudest among children and animals, notable for your purity and kindness. And like every deity, you had small sanctuaries, fies, and poems.

Your corners were mostly located in rural areas, small villages protected by mountains and forests, but so far no temple in any known empire. In the outskirts of Athens, your most popular sanctuary was near a running river, in a region full of pastures and long fields.

A statue of you hovered above a small altar, protected by two trees that provided comfortable shade and ensured that the sun did not wear down the marble. Unlit candles from past moments and offerings were scattered around the region, not far from the altar, which was always surrounded by flowers and art that resembled stars and the brightness of the constellations. The floor was made of white tiles with blue details, however, there were no walls, everything was focused solely on the open air, with only the company of trees and bushes. There were not many visitors on a daily basis, usually only on weekends or on a specific commemorative date.

But for some reason, a human always climbed the small hill every day without fail to make offerings and prayers to you, all with incredible dedication. He was a young man, with long brown hair and dark skin, his name was Andel, the youngest son of a local farming family.

One day, your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to go down to the ground to spy on the boy not much older than you, admiring him from the corners, appreciating the way he treated the animals and the nearby forest regions. In the afternoon, as he always did, he climbed the small hill and knelt before his statue, offering a basket full of fruits and flowers.