The poor princess had fainted there on the ground. When she recovered her senses, she felt the rough patch of grass beneath her soft form. Then she rose and stared about her again. Psyche was still alone and everything felt like a horrible dream. But then again, she did not know which one was a true dream. Did she dream about finding a beautiful home and a divine lover in the first place?
Yet the ache in her chest was real. Her eyes hurt from salty hot tears, and she remembered what she had done. The grief and loss struck her with a heavy blow once more. It wasn't a dream, it was her reality. She was deserted by her dearest and it was all her fault. Psyche let out a howl of despair, blaming herself for her haste and naivety.
Then wild with sorrows, the poor princess decided to set out an
