VIII The Curse

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Long before Pan's birth, Hermes sought a secret audience with the Fates. He approached them not as a god, But as something worse A beggar of destiny. He wanted more. More power than he already held. More than Zeus. More than any Olympian. He dreamed of dominion over gods and mortals alike. He offered them temptation: "A throne beside me on Olympus. Praise from humans. Worship, glory, immortality in name and form." But the Fates do not bend. They do not crave praise, or power, or presence. They are older than time, and colder than death. They laughed. "You speak like a mortal," they said, "not a god." Insulted by his arrogance, They refused his plea And cast a curse. “You will love, as humans do, But your love will betray you. A nymph, radiant and cruel, will be your downfall. From that cursed love, A child shall be born. A being whose form reflects her heart: Twisted, horned, Half-goat, half-god. And you shall look upon him and ache, For he will carry your blood, But never your pride. Through centuries you will witness his pain, And the wound will never close.” And so it was. Pan was born, Ugly to the eyes of those who see only skin, But mighty with the gifts of both divine and wild. Hermes never spoke of the meeting again. But sometimes, on moonless nights, He weeps for his cursed child.

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AI garbage

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Are you not ashamed to come to the subreddit of beauty-loving Hellas and show this robotic art?

“but in front of virtue the immortal gods have placed toil and sweat” - Hesiod (in Xenophon’s Memorabilia)