She was water.
With hair as smooth as sand and skin as incandescent as mist, her waves were fierce and wild, her wrath cold, and her depths immense. But the treasures laid deep within her azure folds kept her chest filled with voyagers vying for her love.
Skin of diamonds, shroud of black, and hair as silver as the moon.
He was the night.
He loved his Goddess. Adorning her neck with a hundred constellations, he soothed her tempests with delicate consistency. In return, she drowned his worries and quenched his thirst.
When her waters are calm, and his stars are bright, the two become one.
And that is where heaven lay.
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