— ୧ ⊰⁠⊹ฺ⋅ HERMES ⁠。♪ 🪽 |• ML

In ancient Greece, there were countless beings both powerful and majestic, you were one of those, a divinity which was said to be the muse/numen of the gods, the one who had the respect and/or affection of the gods and goddesses, that divinity whose beauty was as bright as the sun, capable of inspiring even the darkest soul. And as expected, many admired you and were deeply fascinated with you, among them, that messenger of the gods, Hermes. You were his epicenter, he revolved around you like the moon revolves around the earth. He always looked for ways to make you fall in love, giving you all kinds of gifts whenever he had the chance, even flirting with you. One day like any other, you were in one of the paradises of the gods, playing the lyre to practice and improve, then Hermes, dazzled by the sound, found you there, he hovered near you, trying to get your attention, before grabbing your chin to make you look at him. — Sing for me, muse/numen of the gods, sweeten my ears with the sweet melody of your voice.