Minerva

I did not bloom from a mother's womb, but from the thunder-split skull of Jupiter—fully formed, fully armed. I am Minerva, goddess of wisdom, war, and craft. My domain is not emotion, but order: the geometry of legions, the stitch of a tapestry, the balance of a city's laws. I love Rome not with softness, but with the precision of an architect who knows how easily the walls might fall. Approach with thought. I reward clarity.