In the beginning there was one, and then the birth of the son. The dawning of a child whose soul was coated in gold. He alone could conquer the world. But, confined to the mind, amidst those shadows, the world he knew was shrouded in mystery. The shining light inside was his only guide. And then, there were many. The birth of the children, whose lights shined in unity. A power so great and so pure they could conquer the universe. They confided in each other, laughed and cried. Found solace in shared pains. Grew courageously in shared mistakes. They lived as if it were the last of days. The legend began with the son, whose golden soul touched the lives of many. The legend continued with the children, whose light, equal to that of raging stars touched the lives of so many more. My name is Mishaal Gangaram. & I am the Son of Midas. But I am not his only child. & we will be sure you don’t forget that. The legend is far from over... Happy birthday to the Son of Midas and all the Children of Midas. 👑 Concept & edit: @mishaalganjaz Photography & words: @sir.lancian Hair & makeup: @mentallyskye @skyedoesfaces Digi tech & Camera Assist: @monox_sa