of curiosity when she was still a mass of dry clay . They preyed upon the parts of her that they had created , and when the damage was done and Pandora had released all the worlds cruelty upon man , they looked at the woman and they called her weak . I threw open the box , and with a shriek , I died . Love flew from the clouds of Olympus and shattered the gates of the Underworld , and when he came across my limp grey body he lifted my head and placed an immortal kiss upon my lips , and I was revived .
From then I was accepted into Olympus as Cupid ’ s wife , and I became the statue of everlasting love defying the bounds set by mortality . Countless others fell just as I did , they looked to me and my rare , happy fate and they called it hope . My legacy became the shining beacon of illusion that engulfed so many bright-eyed moths in tortured or deadly flames .
I watched , screaming at the earth , as they all forgot the horror that I had endured for love . The memories that the thick glaze of immortality could not make shine . And my immortal life became enveloped by the guilt of watching infatuation deepen into love , and then the desperation of love everlasting become tragedy , and finally death .
It is a tale written into the stars , blotting the night with a million sonnets – each ending with misery and death . A god could not love , it had never before been known as a joyous match . And yet every time that their misguided interventions and lowly infatuations sent them calling cupids blow , another mortal paid the price . And once the fallout was struck , they simply continued onto the next conquest , ignorant and apathetic to the horror they had caused . And now , I am one of them .
Every night , noon , and morning I think to the stars how peaceful my eventual death would have been if I never knew the wrath of Aphrodite , nor the stab of Cupids love . I love my husband in a way that I cannot help , but I do not forgive on account of love , I am enraged because of it . Love ruined and ended my mortal life , just as it did the lives of so many . I am just as dead as the rest of them , even as my body lives beyond the bounds of generations .
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