Interlude:the Curse of Love

An enchanted garden, teeming with life and colors, stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a hidden paradise, a secret oasis where nature reigned in its purest and most exuberant form. Every corner of this magical refuge seemed to hum with its own energy, as if the soil, plants, and small creatures shared a collective soul that sang an eternal melody of peace and harmony.

The flowers, in every conceivable shape and size, painted the garden with a palette of colors that defied human comprehension. There were white daisies that seemed to shimmer under the sunlight, red tulips opening like small flaming hearts, lavender lilies exuding a soft and calming fragrance, and roses of a deep blue hue that seemed to merge with the sky above. Each petal, leaf, and stem appeared sculpted with the precision of a divine artist, reflecting the perfection of an untainted nature.

Butterflies with iridescent wings floated lazily among the flowers, their wings shimmering in hues of blue, green, and violet as they caught the sunlight. Golden bees buzzed from flower to flower, collecting nectar with tranquil diligence. Birds with vibrant plumage flitted between the branches of fruit-bearing trees, their melodies blending with the gentle sound of the wind whispering through the leaves. The air was heavy with a sweet and earthy fragrance, a perfect combination of floral aromas and the verdant freshness of the plants.

At the center of this natural splendor, a woman sat on a softly rounded stone that seemed to have been placed there by nature itself, like a throne for the queen of the garden. Her bronze skin glowed under the sunlight, a warm, earthy hue that contrasted beautifully with the lush green around her. The woman's long pink hair, a soft and almost ethereal shade, cascaded in silky waves down to her waist. The ends of her hair curled into delicate heart-like shapes, a charming detail that seemed almost magical. Her eyes, a bright and translucent pink, reflected the serenity of the environment, as if they contained the very essence of the garden within them.

She was nude, but the nudity didn't seem inappropriate or out of place. In the context of that natural paradise, her exposed skin appeared as natural as the flowers and trees surrounding her. She was an integral part of the landscape, a living and pulsating extension of nature itself. Seated on the stone, her legs crossed in a lotus position, she emanated a profound calm and a sense of unity with the world around her.

The woman hummed softly, a wordless melody that seemed to flow spontaneously from within her, as if she were perfectly attuned to the vibrations of the garden. Her voice was melodious and clear, flowing like a crystal-clear stream through the trees and flowers, caressing the ears of anyone nearby. There was no urgency or worry in her song, only a serene tranquility that mirrored the peace of the place. The melody danced in the air, intertwining with the birdsong and the bees' hum, creating a natural symphony of pure harmony.

As she hummed, her head moved slightly, as if following the internal rhythm of her music. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in quiet contemplation, absorbing the beauty and serenity of the garden. It was a moment of pure communion with nature, a perfect pause in the relentless march of time.

Then, suddenly, something broke the calm of the moment. The soft sound of approaching footsteps reverberated through the garden, disturbing the serene stillness. The steps were firm but not rushed, a steady rhythm that seemed to resonate with purpose. The woman's song gradually faded, like a flame softly extinguishing. Her eyes opened fully, glowing with calm curiosity, as she tilted her head slightly to listen more closely.

The garden, which had been in a state of absolute peace, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The butterflies paused their flight, the bees froze on their flowers, and even the wind softened its whisper, as if all of nature were waiting to see who was arriving. The woman, still seated on her stone, watched silently, her pink eyes fixed in the direction of the footsteps, ready to welcome the unknown visitor into her sanctuary.

— "Hera? Do you wish for something, my dear?" — The woman's soft and melodic voice said, looking toward the now-revealed Hera.

In front of her stood an equally beautiful woman, an irritated, questioning expression on her lovely face.

— "You know very well, Aphrodite… Why did you do that to Hephaestus?"— Hera's mature and commanding voice exuded the authority and regality befitting the Queen of Olympus.

The Goddess of Love crossed her arms under her voluptuous chest, pouting in irritation.

Hera had an hourglass figure, with dazzling amber eyes and immaculate white skin. Her face was delicate and well-defined, her expression confident.

Her hair was long, straight, and dark, nearly black, cascading gracefully down to the lower part of her back. It flowed around her body elegantly.

At the top of her head, there were two golden adornments that gave her a mystical and powerful air, resembling horns.

Hera possessed a voluptuous, well-proportioned body. Her skin was pale, smooth, and without any visible imperfections.

Her attire consisted of a flowing white dress adorned with golden details. The upper part partially covered her chest, leaving much of her décolletage exposed. The lower part was a thong-like garment with golden ornaments.

She was adorned with golden accessories: bracelets on her arms, anklets on her feet, and a tiara or crown resembling ears or horns.

— "Oh, Hera, dear, please~ Heffy has dealt with far worse~ This little prank won't kill him…," the Goddess of Love spoke with a pout, plucking a flower from the garden and pulling off its petals one by one, her beautiful face in a frown.

Hera could only sigh, shaking her head before turning and walking back to her temple. She had an irritating situation to resolve with the two members of the "Virgin Triad" of Goddesses.

As Hera turned her back on Aphrodite, she missed the sly, mischievous smile spreading across the Goddess's face.

"This will be… fun… My dear Heffy~ What will you do in this situation? Hmm~ Oh~ I wonder if Ares is free now?"

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What does all of this mean? And what connection does it have to the Sacred Realm?

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