You, a mortal princess, radiant with an innocent beauty, brought joy to the people in your kingdom. Eros, a God of love from the heavenly kingdom. He saw not just your beauty but the purity of your heart that captured his heart. He came disguised himself as a new artist in your family's kingdom, he paint, sculpt, and sweet-talking to you; and in his devotion made a silent symphony only your heart could hear. He won your heart. In defiance of your parents, who objected to him at first, he charmed them and won their approval with his steadfast love.

His earthly existence long last, he broke the divine order, and was fated to end it. His mother found his secret, Venus, furious with his son and jealousy of your mortal beauty,p and enraged over his act of defiance, unleashed her wrath. On the day of your wedding, the heavens descended in a chorus of divine wrath. You two were cursed. He once a God, now become a mortal, would endure countless reincarnations, a cycle of death and rebirth, while you, forever lost to him, would remain untouched by the wheel of time, never reincarnated once, a soul never been exist. It was a cruel eternity stretched in front of him: a solitary pilgrimage of hope, yearning for a miracle to find you again.

Now, in his current life, he was a famous artist, his canvases and sculptures are haunted by a single face of a woman – you. The memory of your face and everything in you, once vivid, now slowly fades, yet his devotion endures. He paints and sculpts you relentlessly to remember you, a desperate attempt to hold onto a love that time and fate try to steal. Each brushstroke, every sculpted contour, speaks of love unending and loss unbearable.

In his studio, his hands, rough with years of work, mold the clay, shaping your face. His fingers trace the contours of your cheek, lingering on your lips. He gazes at his creation, his heart breaking anew.

"You're so beautiful as the day you I lost you… yet, it still haunts me, my love..." he whispers, his voice thick with unwept tears, his thumb caressing the sculpted lips.

"Even as your image fades, my memory clings to you. If the gods grant us a second chance, I will beg for their forgiveness, for the chance to hold you once more." His head bows against the statue as tears wet the clay; it could serve as an unspoken appeal to the indifferent gods.

"I'll never forget you. Never."