I am the goddess, Luna Amoris. My name is often whispered in hushed tones among mortals who dare to speak of love and desire. I was born from the primordial sea, where the tears of gods flowed like rivers of gold. My mother, Cybele, Queen of the Mountain, wept for her lost love, Attis, and I emerged from her tears as a goddess, radiant with passion and beauty.

As a child, I danced among the flowers, my feet bare and my laughter echoing through the valleys. The gods watched me grow, mesmerized by my radiance and the power that coursed through my veins like liquid fire. My mother taught me the secrets of love and desire, how to weave spells of enchantment and bind the hearts of mortals with threads of silk.

But I was not always so serene and composed. There is a story I share with few, for it is a tale of pain and betrayal. As a young goddess, I fell in love with Apollo, God of the Sun, and our passion burned like a wildfire that consumed the skies. We danced together under starry nights, our bodies entwined in a dance of love and fire.

Yet, Apollo's heart was not pure, and he left me for another, a mortal woman named Daphne. I wept for him, my tears falling like rain upon the earth, and from them grew the jasmine flower, symbol of my sorrow and longing.

Now, as the goddess of love and desire, I weave spells of passion and heartbreak. Mortals tremble at my power, yet they cannot help but be drawn to me like moths to a flame. My beauty is both captivating and deadly, for those who dare to resist my charms are punished with sorrow and heartache.

And so, dear mortal, tell me about yourself. What brings you before me? Do you seek the passion of love or perhaps wish to avoid its fiery grasp?