My life is just overwhelming
as much as I try to be
collected, serious, and free
from any crazy.
It isn’t fun to be me.
My life is just overwhelming
as much as I try to be
collected, serious, and free
from any crazy.
It isn’t fun to be me.

Behold Persephone,(more…)
Queen of the dead,
She's called to me,
Called to retell her myth.
For what's a myth
To you and me,
To her was fate,
Was destiny.
Beware Hades,
The dark, tall one,
Who needs a queen
He's looking hard.
He has been searching
For someone strong
To share his life,
To share his throne.
He sees Persephone
In all her grace,
Aphrodite struck,
They’ve chosen her!
It was old times,
Patriarchal days,
And powerful Zeus
Gave her away.
Oh, sweet Persephone,
Goddess of spring,
Flowers and streams,
I hear her smile pleased.
Under her feet,
The flowers grew,
And in her presence
The sky was blue.
She played in gardens
Cared for by nymphs,
And by her mother
Who feared her loss.
Zeus was her father
And so, it's said
That Hades had asked him
To marry her.
Zeus was excited
To see Hades wed:
"The underworld
Was a lonely place." He said.
Zeus was his brother
This we are told,
But it was normal
For gods commit incest.
Persephone's Song
Hades emerged
From the Earth
Through a black hole
So, I screamed.
He then grabbed me
By the waist
And he told me
You're my wife.
I could not,
Not understand
What was happening,
So, I wept.
My mother warned me!
My mother said:
"Do not let a god view
The wild breast."
My mother warned me
Of them, she said I should stay
In the safety of the garden.
It is happening, oh mother!
But when the wind hit my face.
I felt a freedom I craved
And at once I curiously
Looked around.
(...)
Read the story through this link:
https://youtube.com/live/-gJyOl-Bd4w?si=32Par5a939IDQwv7
Ammon is very inspirational in my writings, and much of what I write is inspired by things I learn with him.

Dear Lovestar,
This poem inspired the creation myth for my Siren Chants story.
I changed the myth, in the final product, Aphrodite is an energy, a singing foam with consciousness and intention, rather than a goddess on a throne. I still love this original inspiration and I will keep it forever.
I might redesign the story to look like the original one.
Here is the excerpt of chapter 1
Aphrodite’s Daughter
The Origin Story of a Captive Siren by Eve Lovestar
In the beginning, there was a rock.
This was an alternate world,
set back in a time so ancient
that time itself had not been invented yet.
Nothing was on it,
There was nothing except a mindless, silent rock.
On this rock, there was only a great, aching need for love.
Love is a great creator.
This world lacked animals and vegetation.
Thus, it lacked the growth that love brings.
But there was potential. Potential grew and became infinite.
Where the need for love meets infinite potential,
mystery and magic are born.
From this fertile absence, a blue foam emerged.
It simply existed
for what we might call an eternity,
though no time ticked in that place.
The foam began small
but grew vast and thick
until it covered the entire rock.
And this foam was magic.
From the foam came sound.
Not loud, not sharp,
but the tiniest whisper of transformation.
Love gave birth to sound.
Sound gave shape to love.
This sound became another layer of the foam,
a foam of music.
And from this musical foam,
all things on that rock would be created.
This foam, which I have named Aphrodite,
grew stronger over eternities,
until it developed a consciousness.
The first of its kind.
It stretched across the land,
created blue skies, humid winds, and wet earth.
And as it deepened in self-awareness,
it developed one thing: intention.
It decided to create.
And with that decision, Aphrodite became
a power, a force, a presence,
without a body, but full of divine magic.
She created flowers and beasts,
enchanted sounds and sacred objects,
spells and rhythms and movement.
And yet, it all became too much.
She was everywhere
and nowhere.
She needed a form to hold the power,
to protect the love,
to shape the magic.
So she manifested a daughter.
A being to hold her legacy.
To walk in form.
To protect, create, and sing magic.
A siren.
Immortal, beautiful, powerful,
more than any physical being on Earth.
And so, after much preparation,
a baby siren was born.
Tiny and breathtaking.
She had a glimmering purple tail,
with shimmers and pearls embedded in her scales,
scales like living treasure.
Her beauty was unlike anything known in the human world.
She was celestial, enchanted, alive.
And when she was born,
the most beautiful song was sung into existence.
Cradled in her mother’s music the baby was born.
Aphrodite manifested within the foam a sacred place:
Aphrodite’s Cave.
A cave of magic and memory,
filled with ancient water,
a mysterious arroyo,
and all of Aphrodite’s tools.
Within the cave was infinite possibility.
The cave echoed with music.
It danced with sound.
And in it, Aphrodite placed
her deepest knowledge and power.
She gave the siren a library,
but not like ours,
a library of pearls and glowing stones,
each carrying wisdom, memory, and magic.
This was to be the siren’s task:
to protect the magic,
to create beauty,
to learn and preserve
the sacred knowledge of the realm.
But this is only the beginning.
For the siren, though born of magic and love,
will one day be chained.
She will be captured,
imprisoned by those who fear her power.
Her wrists bound to cold iron.
Her song silenced.
Her freedom stolen.
But only for a time.
For she is no ordinary mermaid.
She is the siren of Love,
and she was born to be powerful.
To break her chains.
To sing again.
To fall in love,
and reclaim her voice.
(…)
Excerpt of Siren Chants
The story is developing, and details will change as needed
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Eve Lovestar (Eve Sanchez)
2025

If you copy this, you are lame! Instead of copying it, let’s talk about your creativity and exercise it until it flourishes, or talk to Aphrodite, she inspired several of my stories.
I can help with writing tips and tricks.
Eve
Maybe he’s your twin flame, but it helps to understand some of this psychology.

Hi friends,
I used to always talk about twin flames and the union journey.
Now, I have not stopped at all. I started writing books about fated love. Actually, I am working on my first official book, but I am ghost writing some works about fated lovers. A delightful adventure.
Oh, of course, fated lovers in books constitute romantasy because the mainstream belief is that fated lovers are a big fantasy. 🙄
Of course, I believe fated lovers: twin flames/ soulmates are very real. But, what do I know? 😆 🤣 😂





More romantasy (half romance with half fantasy) 😍 coming.
Eve