Gold. Always gold.
Gold were the fires that birthed the world in chaos, and spilled from the molten crevasses of Earth. Gold soaks the bellies of clouds as the sun dies, and gold fall the screaming ribbons from a crucible. Gold, the eyes of preying beasts, the backs of lions; gold, the secret cells of honeycomb, the tongues of liars, the temptress of greed. Gold are the hoards of my dragons, the seat of my throne; gold are the floors of hell! Gold bears my seal, my stamp; it is the metal of my desire and all who crave it carry a piece of me in their hearts.
They say I cannot create, only twist and corrupt what already was; this is a lie. The truth they know, and fear: I have always had power over the purest elements– fire that scours, ice that halts, darkness that existed before the light touched it, and perfect, incorruptible gold.
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