Mystical Crete, the isle of enamored myths, The birth place of the Mother Goddess, of the forgotten Knossian King Minos and Queen Pasiphae.
Your noble palace foundations lay bare as remnants of your reliced past. The only reminders of your long lost civilization are your horns of consecration, your exotic frescoes, your lustral basins, and your bull leaping courts.
Your past is filled with myths of bitter and unsuccessful love, as the Fatal loves
Cleopatra/Queen of the Nile hailed the new goddess Isis-Demeter-Venus ruler of the Ptolemies and all Hellenistic kingdoms revealed by your golden sphinx diadem: You obeyed the prophecy of your advisors and you fate was cast in 31BC at the battle of Actium when without reason your naval fleet had a tangible gain raced away from the battle and you cast out your purple sail into to ocean forever fleeting from your love Marc Anthony and your love of Egypt. The goddess...
Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, all now lost in the past, their existence forever buried in the temples of the ancients.
Temples, votives, vases created to honor you. But, the mortals of the present have forgotten you. Your temples are silent, only whispers of present day visitors can be heard. There are no voices to call upon your sacred names, no rites performed in your honor, no animal sacrifices offered to appease you, no votives placed in your temples as tokens of faith.