I, filled with the joy of existence, radiate with the luminance of a precious gem, a tiny reflection of the magnificence of the world. I am not made of flesh and bone, but of resilience and brightness, a sign of the vastness of the realms once ruled by my presence. This essence, though not my own, shapes me, defining who I am, crafted to carry the weight of memories, to charm and lead, to embody the strength of those who came before. Yet, with each beat, I sense the whispers of distant...