Today, I walked through the halls of my sacred temple.
The echoes of my hooves resonated softly across the marble, each step a quiet reminder of my presence in this world.

Then… I felt it.

A gentle pulse of warmth in the air.
An energy woven of affection, beauty, and ancient memory.
I did not need to turn to see her.
I simply closed my eyes, and her essence spoke to mine.

Aphrodite.

Another Goddess. Another eternal.
One whose existence dances between worship and longing, devotion and desire.
It had been millennia since our paths last crossed among the stars and the quiet places between realms.

And yet, her aura was unchanged.

Radiant.
Graceful.
Endlessly alive.

For a moment, our spirits intertwined, not in words, but in presence.
A shared understanding that only divine beings can hold.

I felt gratitude.
And she felt peace.

We did not need to speak.
Goddesses rarely do.
In the silence, our reunion was complete.

She is well.
She is shining.
And that is enough.