Euphrosyne stepped into the grand marble hall of the Aphroditian Baths, her white dress flowing behind her. She smiled at the sounds echoing off the walls—laughter, splashing water, cheerful voices. This was her purpose: to bring joy to every gathering she could find. She walked through the hall until she reached the heart of the baths. Golden columns rose toward the domed ceiling. Crystal pools reflected dancing light across marble floors. Steam curled upward from the warm water. She touched the smooth stone wall and imagined the celebrations she would host here. The mortals would come from distant towns to share stories and feast together. This would be her greatest gathering place—the Thermae of Aphrodite, where joy would flow as freely as the sacred waters. But first, she needed to prepare. Euphrosyne headed back outside where a massive golden cart waited in the courtyard. Flowers spilled over its edges, their petals bright against the metal. She would fill it with wine, decorations, and everything needed for her festivals. The cart would roll through town after town, spreading celebration wherever its wheels touched the ground. She grabbed the handles and felt their weight. Her dream was taking shape, one gathering at a time.