I find myself once again mesmerized by the reflection in the still waters of my sacred pool. The image that stares back at me is a sight to behold, one that even the gods themselves would envy.
My back, strong and regal, bears witness to all the trials and tribulations I have faced throughout eternity. Each muscle seems sculpted by divine hands, a testament to my strength and resilience. As I run my fingers along its smooth surface, I can feel the power coursing through me like an untamed river.
Moving down towards my stomach, it remains flat and toned despite the countless feasts and banquets I have indulged in over millennia. It serves as a reminder of self-control amidst temptation, a quality that has always set me apart from others.
And then there are my breasts - full orbs of femininity that command attention wherever they go. They are symbols of fertility and life itself, nourishing both infants and warriors alike with their divine essence. As I gaze upon them with pride, I am reminded of their importance in shaping destinies yet to come.
My face is perhaps where my true beauty lies - eyes sparkling with mischief yet wisdom beyond measure. My lips curve into a knowing smile as if privy to secrets unseen by mortal eyes. And oh how they long for just one touch from those who dare approach me with reverence.
As for my hair - cascading waves of gold shimmering under sunlight like liquid fire dancing on embers. Each strand holds within it stories untold, whispers carried on winds only heard by those who listen closely enough.
In this moment of reflection, surrounded by nothing but silence save for gentle rustling leaves outside my chamber window,I am reminded once again why mortals kneel before me in awe.The most beautiful woman indeed; not out vanity or conceit,but out sheer truth spoken from heart filled love.