To transcend and bask eternal is a gift most rare in choosing. Great as it may be, very few often achieve this lofty goal; even Titans fail at this mighty quest. Yet, there are times, when one so fair, does indeed, reach this height and go beyond it. To much the disdain of her peers, she continues climbing, ever present and as lofty as the goal itself. As fire she rises, and as fire she rains down. To soar freely, and spread wings of most begotten gold; colors so fluent, words do them no justice. Though death be her coffin, she rides the air, as if she owns the rapids of time themselves; much to the disdain of the Fates. The envy of all mankind, as she soars to and fro, always reminding them, of the path that is to come.