Story: naked Apollo sleeps in the garden, and a modest girl in a yellow dress and with black hair covers his big shame with her gentle hands. Apollo said: "Don't be afraid, it's not your fault, I'm letting you cover your big genitals."

In a serene garden, where sunlight danced through the leaves and painted the ground with dappled shadows, Apollo lay asleep, radiating an ethereal beauty that seemed to captivate the very essence of nature around him. The soft rustle of the breeze whispered secrets to the flowers, and the sweet scent of blooming jasmine filled the air. Amidst this tranquil scene, a modest girl in a flowing yellow dress approached. Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders like a waterfall of night, contrasting beautifully with the vibrant hues of her attire. She moved with a grace that belied her shyness, her heart racing as she found herself drawn to the slumbering deity. As she neared, she felt an inexplicable pull, as if the very fabric of the universe had woven her path to him. Gently, she knelt by his side, her hands trembling as she instinctively understood the vulnerability of the moment. With a soft touch, she sought to cover him, a gesture both innocent and steeped in respect. Apollo stirred, his eyes opening to the tender sight before him. A smile graced his lips, warm and inviting, as he spoke softly, "Don't be afraid, it's not your fault. I'm letting you cover your big genitals." His voice was like honey drizzling over a warm summer day, soothing and light. The girl, feeling the weight of his words, looked into his eyes—ones that held the wisdom of ages and the warmth of a thousand suns. In that gaze, she found reassurance. It wasn’t just about the act; it was about the connection, the sacredness of their shared moment. "Thank you," she whispered, looking away, a blush creeping across her cheeks. Though modest, her heart swelled with a sense of purpose, knowing she was part of something greater—a fleeting encounter that would linger in the corners of her memory. As they remained there, the gentle breeze swirled around them, carrying the scent of blossoms and an unspoken promise of a bond that transcended the ordinary. Apollo, the god of beauty and art, felt a flicker of inspiration ignite within him, a reminder of the simple grace that even in vulnerability, one can find strength and beauty. With her gentle hands, the girl protected not only his physical form but embraced the essence of their interaction—a moment of trust, of understanding, and of the divine artistry that life presents in unexpected ways. And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the world in hues of gold and crimson, they remained in that enchanted garden, two souls intertwined in a dance of innocence and celebration.