Have you ever wondered how it’s decided where cupid’s arrows land? How cupid knows exactly which target to hit? Well look close, for a place exists where only the most succulent of fruit and the sweetest of flowers grow, flourishing only through a labor of love. And if you venture deep into the garden, past the blooms and the morning dew on the leaves, perhaps you’ll see them - the ones that let cupid know where to aim their bow, the ones responsible for bringing tales of love into existence