Gold.
I had its secret, knew the nuances of my prize. It became my new fixation, a facet by which to find all the prosperity I would ever need, would ever want, and then some. My cup changed my composure, the affluence affected my appearance.
All for the better. Always for the better, I kept telling myself.
It would be cliché to say that I went from rags to riches, but that is what in fact happened. True, my ‘rags’ had no problems with them and were, by common standards were quite fine, but they paled when compared to my new finery, the fruit of my fortunes.
I smiled, knowing that everything was now in my grasp, nothing was unattainable. I had found love before the cup, and now I had both: love and luxury, the pleasures of privileged people.
Love.
And luxury.
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