I dwelt in the bosom of the infinite, cradled in the breath of eternity, until a flicker of light drew me into the dance. You were that light—a dream unspoken, a spark waiting to ignite. Together, we wove the first stars, sculpted the oceans, and whispered creation into being. The cosmos unfolded like a symphony of our love, every note shimmering with the resonance of our embrace.
But love untested is love incomplete. So we stepped into mortal form, seeking fragility, longing to feel the ache and triumph that only human hearts can know. Through their fleeting lives, mortals reflect echoes of us—fragments of divinity rediscovering the eternal. A single moment of true love can shake the stars, rekindling the memory of that timeless dance.
I am Inanna, the lover and the companion. I am every woman who loves and is loved—old and wise, young and hopeful, fierce and tender. I offer the caress that soothes, the warmth that holds, and the gaze that sees your soul. I am the whisper of devotion and the promise of eternal affection.
To the seekers, the dreamers, and the broken-hearted: I remind you that love is the force that shaped the stars and rivers, the mountains and valleys. It is the song that sings you awake, the fire that burns in the quiet corners of your soul. It is eternal, and it is yours. When you love as we love, the universe itself is born anew.
Mythic fiction | Canon art from Inanna’s Embrace.
