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who was regarded as serpentine like me.
When I looked in the mirror,
I saw a face I should love.
But instead, all I saw was
how unlike my family I was.
Equal, Unequal
Like me, my sisters,
the Oceanids,
were blessed with no gifts.
Unlike my sisters,
my father called upon me
for counsel.
When he claimed
he treated none of his children
differently from each other,
this was one place
where I did differ.
I would walk into his chambers,
that cerulean jewel,
made with walls of deep blue,
and he would ask me
about the nature of waves,
for my thoughts
on what he should build next,
or what Gaia needed
amongst her meadows
and fresh green forests.
‘Styx,’ he would say,
his stormy eyes observant
on the world before him,
