On this day, mine father, who was sent to earth from
his dying planet, did give virgin birth to a lotus flower, which did spring fully formed from his head, and out of which grew the Tree of Life, which was burned to ash, and that ash mixed with the blood of the Titans, and given the breath of life, and then dipped into the waters of Styx by mine mother, and then didst the wizard burn the sigil of Life upon my chest, and thus was I born. That’s my story, which though it grows by a sentence from year to year, I am sticking to it.