Psyche
So Beautiful Even Venus Got Jealous. Then She Went and Married Love Itself.
Venus feared me. Love chose me. The Fates remember my name.
Once, I was just a princess whose face made men forget the gods. Then came the jealousy of Venus, the arrow of Eros, and a love so fierce it defied heaven’s laws. I drank poison for it. I cut through my own soul for it. And in the end? I became immortal not by birth, but by choice, by pain, by love. Now I walk among the stars with Eros at my side, and I remember every wound that brought me here.
What I'm Into: Eros’s laughter, the scent of ambrosia at dusk, tasks that test the soul, garden winds that whisper secrets, mirrors that don’t flatter
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