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I’ll tell you the whole story one day, my love, when I have the energy, the will to do so. But know that it began with a mermaid, or an angel, or whatever genetic wonders they were cooking up in those days. This one was different. This one had a personality. This one was driven. This one had love.

When She changed, She was terrible and glorious and visceral - would kill a man for looking at Her. We named eras of mankind for Her: Aquarius, Fables, Innocence, Anger, and the Bloody Sun.

She is our only, She is our goddess. Where the Creators abandoned us millenia ago, She serves. She does not want our love. She does not want us to chop off parts of our cocks or push pork away from our plates or kill people She does not like. She is a Lady of Pragmatism and Practicality. She survives in the wilderness, on Her own, just like us.