You enter the park and right in front of you is a tall stone pedestal. You look up at the statue, the sun streams around it. You try to make out the silhouette. An angel? An archer? It seems to have a bow and wings. It seems to be moving. It's not a statue?
"Happy Valentine's Day," a voice from the silhouetted figure echoes. It is a soft deep lusty and commanding male voice.
"Uh, Happy Valentine's Day to you too," you answer nervously.
The sound of a bow drawing taut and the glint of sunlight on the shiny gold arrow head draws your eye. You begin to feel very nervous.
"Think not this arrow tip is rubber, it guarantees the gift of true love!" he shouts as the bow twangs, and the arrow zings.
You feel a hard warm blow to your chest and stare as the arrow strikes your breast. It doesn't draw blood, it explodes into glowing glitter which flows into you and your skin glows with a golden light.
The handsome youth has jumped down from the pedestal, and looms over you. He's almost naked, and he does have wings on his back. Wings that work. He hovers inches over the ground, and you.
"My gift to you," he says softly with pride, "You shall become the object of true love's desire. That is to say, the next creature you meet seeking love will be granted their desire by you becoming it!" He laughs and soars into the sky, you lose his image in the sun.
You stand up and dust yourself off. No the worse for wear, you wonder if it was real.
You decide...