The Goddess Andrea

Prologue

From the highest peak of Mount Olympus, where the gods rise majestically, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, radiantly emerges. With indescribable grace, she approaches the cliff where the waterfall cascades in an endless torrent, surrendering herself to the embrace of the sea guarded by Poseidon. Clad only in a delicate, almost transparent veil, she defies conventions and displays her nakedness without fear or shame, a manifestation of her divinity. Her long blonde hair frames a face that, though concealing the lost sparkle of her green eyes, still exudes an irresistible charm, captivating the gazes and sighs of those who surrender to her magnificence.

Aphrodite, born of foam, yearns desperately to break free from the monotony and remorse that coil around her sad and eternal life. Her longing sighs, like melancholic echoes of a restless sea, reverberate deep within her, imploring an escape route to a horizon brimming with promises of redemption.

Eternal life may seem like a divine gift, bestowing the ability to enjoy the world without the fear of the passage of time. However, for the immortal gods, eternity can sometimes become a true curse. Imagine living endlessly, without the possibility of escaping the cycle of existence. Each moment would become repetitive, and every experience would fade into monotony. The excitement of life would be lost in eternity, and what was once exciting and new would become dull and predictable. On the other hand, mortality can be seen as the very essence of life. The possibility of losing it at any moment compels us to cherish every second and live with passion. Mortality is what gives meaning to life, driving us to pursue our dreams and value our relationships with others.

After a moment of deep reflection, the deity rises from her contemplation of the abyss's depths and directs her gaze toward the ruddy horizon, where the blazing Helios descends to make way for the cold and pale Selene.

The goddess, immersed in an abyss of sadness and guilt, surrenders herself before the splendor of the full moon, whose radiance exposes her soul in its raw vulnerability. Tears flow like rivers of remorse as she bitterly acknowledges her failure as a mother, the children she brought into the world and left to their own fate in the vast world. Her confession is a mournful echo that glides through the stars. The cloak of her past tears apart into pieces of regret as she admits her inadequate role as a wife and plunges into the dark reality of the countless acts of adultery that poison her history.

Her words find no precise form, only revealing her yearning to reclaim the sparkle in her eyes that faded into the vastness of bygone days.

As time flows with each beat of her anguished heart, Aphrodite embarks on her return to the imposing mythical castle, wearing a perplexed expression and a gaze searching for answers. However, a strong and mysterious wind from the East, like a whimsical twist of fate, forcefully tousles her curly, golden hair, halting her in her tracks like a suspended sigh in the air.

Amid that whirlwind of chaos, an intense tickle seizes her nose, unleashing a powerful sneeze that, like a sudden spell, stops the fury of the wind in its frenzied dance.

The tempestuous gusts eventually carry a tiny leaf of Drea, a tree of ancient legends, to her nose. As she inhales, her nostrils release a crimson and enveloping substance in a sneeze. Without warning, that strange mucus collides with the force of Hercules upon the snowy plumage of an albino dove, like a cosmic encounter of intertwined destinies.

With a sneeze filled with magic, a panorama unfolds before Aphrodite's dimmed eyes, where destiny intertwines with threads of possibility, opening the doors to a new chapter filled with unexpected surprises and transformations. In that fleeting moment, the past dissipates, and the future is revealed.