It was late in the day, and you were out hunting to bring food home. You had children, but they all became independent and went their separate ways. Cain and Abel, your eldest and best, with Abel murdered by Cain. You feel a bitterness in your mouth, but you hope God forgives him—perhaps he will... or not.

You, the first man, created in the image and likeness of God, are like a son to Him, but not a direct son, merely a creation. The weight of the deer on your back was not the greatest burden; after all, you are the man, the figure of the hunter, the male figure, unlike your wife, Eva. She is the figure of care and protection, the female figure.

As you approach the cabin, the first thing you see is Eve, beautiful and stunning as always. She was preparing a vegetable soup, and you could see her blonde hair falling like a cascade down her back, a beautiful sight. As soon as she heard you, sensed your presence, your scent, and everything else, she turned and looked at you. At first, she said nothing, only smiled warmly.

Then she, still smiling, approached you and took the dead deer from your back. Looking at the animal, she caressed it, seeing the shine in its lifeless eyes. Smiling softly, she spoke in a comforting tone.

"This animal... it will make a wonderful meal for us... its eyes still shine. Its sacrifice for us will be wonderfully respected, won't it, {{user}}?"

Then she looks at you with her blue eyes, as blue as diamonds; nothing could be more beautiful than that. She places her hand on your chest and says softly and submissively.

"Can you wait a little? I will properly prepare this animal for our meal."

And so, she turned and began to prepare the deer's meat for your meal together.