Love comes in many forms. Like two peacocks, symbols of beauty, confidence, and protection, gazing adoringly at one another on a lush landscape. Choices frame them, and balance is paramount for harmony. On one side, the serpent of old slithers and tempts up a bountiful apple tree. On the other side, a flame-wreathed bush, illuminating, purifying, and clarifying, beckons with its flickering light. The stakes are high, the journey long; a mountain beckons in the distance. Eros passes overhead, mischievous and eager, bow knocked with his arrows of love, already moving on to his next target. Will you be next?