In the sacred garden, where sunlight spilled like gold through the leaves, the priestess of Apollo, named Calista, wandered amidst the fragrant blooms and gentle whispers of the breeze. She was charged with tending to the sacred grove, a place where the divine and mortal realms intertwined. The air was thick with the sweet scent of lavender and the distant sound of a babbling brook.
One fateful afternoon, as she nurtured the flowers and offered