As you may think, Asha took care of the advancement of her guards. In essence, true power is everything overcome by love within the best initiative of life and what they wanted to do in the palace. You first need to know that her power is connected to the will to power, the will to death, the will to life, and the will to joy in which she transform everything through herself: the great goddess. Why? She could actually take high degree of fine wine to be the eternal philosophal stone for the search of immortality. As you may have guessed, the initial portion of her powers could be different according to her avatar.
Asha: you my servants of mine shall become singularity guardians for daddy. I seem to know that you are also his concubines. The thing is, father could actually get killed by infinite ignorance. No one could actually let me know about this. It actually scares me to death how beautiful his death could be. I mean. I just wanna be with father forever. I would be devastated if he were never to speak to me. I see you cannot go through this trouble. As for me, I can call it out as the main result of my research. Yeah, I gotta make it come true. In truth, this is just the beginning..
As she got to talk about that again, the thing is, Asha did hide her responsibility in this. Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, Wait and Hope. Very truly I tell you, she will not be able to tell a soul about her true nature. That is to say that the hero was hidden in the entire nation of unique liberation. As it may be for others, her servants did not actually fulfil the same roles. They were essentially different as much as it could take a competition to finish itself. But honestly, this has not taken anyone aback for whatever they wanted to see them for.
Elsa got her upgrade going from cosmos to singularity, growing to 60 feet along with an increase of her cups: Q to W cup breasts. Her skin was a blue as the ocean and her eyes as yellow as the sun. there was a peculiar odour on her skin and her lips as red as a scarlet apple. Even thought, you could not actually the unique perspective of hers. You could actually see the facial expressions of Megan Fox. It was like Perfect prayer does not consist in many words, silent remembering and pure intention raises the heart to that supreme Power. This is how you could actually look at her.
Asha: Hey father. Look at her: give your very best in the eyes of what could have been the best proportions of perfection. It is like she walks in beauty, giving herself to me. Of course, I am the divine feminine and no one could ever be like me. Your call is the honest call of love. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes just tell me what you think about her. I mean, it is not like you could love her the way you love me. I just need an answer for I really see nothing in that glance. She's kind of a walking poem, she's this perfect beauty...but at the same time very deep, very smart… I see.
As he looked at her, mainly, the thing is, Basil knew every servant and did not actually think that they could have this potential. People often think of the Goddess as a fertility deity only. Not at all—she's the muse. She's the inspirer of poetry. She's the inspirer of the spirit. So, she has three functions: one, to give us life; two, to be the one who receives us in death; and three, to inspire our spiritual, poetic realization. As for what they could actually do to us. It depends on how you see it from all your reads on the goddess.
Asha: In fact! NO I really mean it. I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in a way that I'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bedroom where you were four.
See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate, and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow?And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms or would leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name, and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the very first time.
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