The sun sank in the west, its lingering glow dressing the earth in soft new colors. Rings of pale golden light spread over the tips of the grass, and a gentle breeze blew across green waters, warm against the face. A vigorous figure ran beneath the setting sun, seemingly searching for his lost youth. His bulging muscles gleamed with a fine sheen of oil in the sunset, his bronze skin looking radiant and healthy.
His handsome features, resolute face, sincere yet melancholy gaze, stylish hair, and exquisite shorts all proclaimed him a badass of the highest caliber. One glance was enough to tell he was no ordinary man.
"Artemis, can't you accept me? My feelings for you are genuine!" The man behind her shouted to the girl ahead as he ran.
That was right, it was this guy again: Ares, god of war and bloodshed, one of the twelve Olympians of Greek mythology!
"But I don't feel anything for you!" The girl ahead had long, flowing black hair. Apparently, long, straight black hair went even better with sunsets. Beneath the evening sun, streaks of light shimmered across those dark locks, a breathtaking sight.
The girl had delicate features and skin as white as milk. As for her figure, there was no need to elaborate. Her ample curves seemed ready to burst free, and even her black robe-dress couldn't conceal all that beauty. In a word, gorgeous.
"That doesn't matter! I want to soar into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. The world is waiting for me to change it. I want to dream, unafraid of anyone seeing. As long as I persevere, I can make it all come true. I believe in myself, I believe in tomorrow, and I believe time can change all of this!