
No one can know me. Nothing can hold me. The warm night air, summer turning spring over, white flowers glowing. Once I found my world cold and slack, so I claimed it. My power, sculpted from silver and gold, musk and royalty, created a new reality. I raised my arms to take the sun and bathe in it. I made the delicate world sovereign, and the world is yours.
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