She did not call the storm—
it found her,
recognized something ancient in her bones
and bowed.
Lightning did not strike her hands,
it answered them,
splintering the sky
just to be closer.
And the beast—
not tamed, not broken—
ran beside her
like it had been waiting lifetimes
for something worthy of its fury.
Together,
they did not chase power.
They were the moment
everything else learned to fear.







































































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