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Star of Dawn. How many names she bears,
how heavy is the cloak of archetype, of Divinity upon
her shoulders that are only human in the end?
Yet she draws the Goddess down, in true repose
into her flesh. Perfect beauty, perfect love.
And like her namesake,
lost.