Midas stands in the rain. The droplets that bounce off him have turned to liquid gold, scalding the face and arms of the woman next to him
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Midas stands in the snow, alone. The flakes that brush him are preserved as shining hex lacework. Delicate medallions pile at his feet
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midas walks through the fog, trails gold dust slowly settling, swirls that are half cloud half gold