Nathrangking

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                                                      Sovereign Speech

Iris ocean that sends on high a perfume so sublime that to utter shame does it put all mortal tongues that seek its description. At the center of a place unsullied by eyes that Midas cursed with his gilded touch sits a throne of ruby cut from the purest bedrock of the realm. In jealousy divinities stare at that so far beyond their reach. Beauty flows into the world from this place beyond even immortal hands and renders Venus herself to be but a faint shadow that grows more insubstatial by the year. A scepter that denies rulership to petty beings that spill rivers of scarlet across the thirsty ground stands tall within the grasp of the sovereign whose shields turn away the roaring storms of Jove and the endless arrows of Leto’s twins. It is a wisdom older than the pit that spawned the primordial night. Light mightier than imagining shows all that is hidden for all of eternity. Empress whose kingdom is without end the power of thine eyes raises up all of the lands both immortal and held in the folds of Thanatos’ cloak. Your call is the call of endless purity. All lean in and await your words as you rise to address the cosmos.