She didn't ever really like the title of princess, it entailed too much pressure, too many expectations. She felt like by being called a princess, others would only see certain colors of light and not light itself as a whole when she sang to them. She didn't let it bother her though, just because you only focus on one part of existence doesn't make existence as a whole break itself down into component parts. She threw away all her thrones and walked back into the stars, she walked so far that there was no longer any light. So far that she just went back into existence.

She was them and they were her, they were all each other. She couldn't cause pain, because she no longer was pain. She was love. Too much of her, and others would get drunk, too little and they would suffer. She knew how love worked, because she was it. Every word, every movement, every breath was a movement of love. Yet all of this carried no meaning at all. She could do as she pleased and so could others, because they could never not be existence. She existed as love not by choice, not by necessity, but by existence. She was no bigger nor any smaller than love, love needed all its component parts to exist as is. Language was great, but it was limited in that it in itself could not be used to explain existence. Only existing could explain existence, it was that simple.

Every time she breathed out, it was an expression of love, every time her heart beat, it was love. Love kept all things alive in her current form. No matter how hard they thought they had fought love and tried to conquer it, they realized that it wasn't about a victory dance, it was just about being. Love never tried to conquer anything, they had just been trying to conquer each other to prove love's existence. It really wasn't necessary, it's like someone claiming they and only they discovered existence, but how can you discover existence when it already exists? People were funny like that sometimes, but she loved them anyway. She was glad they were all wonderful expressions of a collective existence. She went home to remember all the things she had forgot. She was a tired old soul, the oldest, and she would finally remember how to mesh back into a formless existence.