🦶 The Fall of the Goddesses: A Myth Reimagined In the golden age of Olympus, when gods still meddled in mortal affairs, a strange fever swept through the heavens: Achilles Fever. Not even the goddesses were immune. Aphrodite, goddess of love, first caught sight of him polishing his shield. She swooned so hard she twisted her ankle stepping off a cloud. Freya, visiting from the Norse realms, tried to impress him with a dance of seduction. One misstep on a dewy petal—down she went, ankle-first into a harp. Ishtar, bold and unrelenting, challenged Achilles to a duel of flirtation. She tripped on her own jeweled sandal, landing in a fountain of rosewater and pride. Even Lakshmi, serene and composed, found her golden anklets mysteriously tangled after a single glance at his war-scarred calves. Each goddess, once the embodiment of poise, now limped through Olympus with bandaged ankles and bruised egos. Achilles, oblivious, continued training—his own heel untouched, his heart unclaimed. And thus, the myth was born: beware the ankles of the divine, for even goddesses fall hardest when love strikes low.

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