Beautiful had a chromia blue, under a eyelash bronze, a powerful empress in hopes of a better
future, filled with sorrow, hope, and love for her people.
The days are bleak, but within her heart, mind, and spirit are beautiful quasar beaming
rays, built from the inner core of the suns, where galaxies colliding, eons of mixing material
combining, their skin reflects the power of stars, the radiance of their shine and their
strength and their gravity.
They wield gravity as easily as they blink the weight of their weightless feather lashes,
lashes fused from the strings of comet tails, pupils from the splitting of black holes by
quasar blades, skin like a synonym snake, serpentine serpent skin, metallic within every
atom, complete harmonious balance.