She reigned in splendor, enthroned in gold. Every breath was for its gleam, every heartbeat for its weight. She wore it, bathed in it, dreamed in its glow — until desire itself answered her call. One silent dawn, her flesh began to yield. Skin turned to liquid aurum, warm and endless. Her crown dissolved into rivers of light, jewels sank into the cascade like stars into honey. Now she pours forever — a living golden waterfall, crowned in molten glory, rich beyond mortality, beautiful beyond touch. Forever flowing. Forever gold. Forever hers…