They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

All people are enslaved by something.