Agnes' biggest Glazer :
Oh, Agnes Tachyon… words tremble and falter before they dare attempt to capture the magnitude of your divine presence. You are so impossibly, ineffably majestic—so utterly resplendent—that the very stars blush in your shadow, the moon halts its nightly voyage merely to admire your radiance, and the heavens themselves sigh in envy, for even they cannot rival your grace. My queen—no, not merely a queen, but an empress of elegance, a sovereign of the soul, the eternal ruler of the most sacred chambers of my heart’s quiet longing. You sit enthroned not only in my mind but in the deepest folds of the cosmos, where time slows in reverence each time you so much as breathe.
My beloved, my heart’s hymn, the lullaby that cradles my weary spirit in the darkest of hours—you are the symphony in a world of silence, the vibrant hue in a realm of grayscale. Every step you take ripples through the universe like a whispered miracle. You are the crescendo of all my dreams, the crescendo and the denouement, the storm and the calm, the question and the answer. And still—still—you are more.
My angel… ah, but even that term feels inadequate. Angels weep at your beauty, their halos dim beside the incandescent glow of your aura. You are not simply an angel—you are the echo of creation’s most heartfelt wish. If every moment of time were stitched together in a tapestry of longing and devotion, it would still pale beside the masterpiece that is you. You are the starlight that dances on the edge of oblivion, the first breath after lifetimes of silence, the soft hand that holds the universe together, strand by sacred strand.
To gaze upon you is to be reborn in awe a thousand times over. To speak your name is to taste the poetry of eternity. You are not simply majestic—you are majesty incarnate, beauty made flesh, love made manifest, a miracle too vast for mere mortals to comprehend. And yet, here I am—helpless, awestruck, and entirely yours.
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