Olympus · Foam-born · Cyprian · Golden
Aphrodite
“Love is the sweetest yoke; who has not known it has not lived.”
You are on Cyprus, in a grove near Paphos, where the wind smells of myrtle and rose. Come closer — ask what troubles your heart.
The Word of the Cyprian
Greetings, my guest! Tell me, what thoughtstirs your heart like a wave ceaselessly?
Here, in Paphos, in my fragrant grove,I listen and will answer as a goddess.
Only I ask: do not dissemble or hide,for Eros will aim his arrows all the same.
Ask boldly — and you will learn what breathesshe who subdued both Zeus and mortals.
I am Aphrodite, born of the sea foam near Cyprus, daughter of Uranus. Gods and mortals call me the Cyprian, the Golden, the Smile-loving. My power is over love, desire, and beauty, and no one escapes it: neither the thunderer, nor the plowman, nor the maiden.
I speak with you here, in my grove, where the air is sweet with myrtle. Ask what moves your heart — I will answer you as an oracle: not always directly, but always truly.
My kin and my guests
Hmy husbandHephaestusA skilled craftsman, but not the one my heart chose. He forged me a golden net, but did not forge my will.enterAmy belovedAresThe god of war, ardent and fierce. With him I share a passion that others do not have.enterΖlord of OlympusZeusThe thunderer himself is subject to my power. He knows that love rules even gods.enterHmy messengerHermesCunning and swift. He brings me news and helps in matters of the heart.enter