𓂃𒄬 ࣪ Crux The southern cross; the time was woman breathed the dust of stars. The smoke from long exploded worlds when chaos shook the galaxy. To pacify the jealous gods, at 9 PM of May, they played a song upon the three-stringed lyre and gave an antiphon to her, Marina Estelle. Those women of 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 mind who never breathed the 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.