０１ 〣 ⤵ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ⭒⭒ 「 ｇｏｌｄｅｎ 」

You were once golden.

You were once young, reckless, immortal in any regard you chose. There was once a time when the sun shone and kissed your skin; you rememeber the summer, when your glory days began. Ever youthful, ever unwavering, the days breezed by like song, drunk on the liquor of mirth and merriment.

But not long after, you find yourself grappling against the tides, what was once gleaming and warm now washed away by the cold hands of death. Summer was now a mere memory, a reminder of what was good and is no more. Only the howling winds of winter persevered.

You were once the sun, but even day gives way to the shadow of night. Noon passes and so does evening – what remains is the watchful darkness, it's silence the meekest promise of a dawn only half as vibrant. No matter your struggle, you cannot seem to dream of a bigger sun.

You were once golden, but even the brightest metals cannot defeat time and mortality. Tarnished and worn, your only hope now is to polish and polish, tirelessly, until what once was is now what best resembles.

Gold may never again be gold, but gold can fill copper and copper can house gold; golden no more, only where it truly counts.

Let the new life begin.