She was a god, and so was he: a thousand years is an instant for a god. She flirted with him for an aeon, but eventually she could not sustain her desire without losing her dignity, and so she let the matter drop. She never forgot him, always remembering him with resentment and love. She married and gave birth to a son. His name was Aeon.
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