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The sun that illuminates the glory of heaven and earth, where battles of love and glory are fought, like the virtue of a jewel and the crown of divine devotion, the will of the naked spirit; the epic struggle I wage under the sun, feeling like a hundred chains binding a horse without a path, which I must tame to achieve glory and the crown. It matters not if I am a god who flies like an eagle or a Pegasus of divine human devotion, or of divine love. I have been bound by myths and glories, by tears and scrolls of brave blood, in what they believe to be the conquest of dreams. I hear the goddesses of my spirit singing, each a jewel of a star, their melody carried by the wind.