She approaches, hidden in veils, enshrouded in the Blue of Sky and Ocean. A chrysalis in waiting, slumbering, receptacle of knowing yet to become. I see her ivory bones engraved with the history of her ancestors, nestled within ruby red flesh, and drenched in blood of scarlet and gold.
See how she struggles with the weight of life lived on a precipice. Each step taken as if walking on knives. They cut deep, not in flesh but of spirit. She is All and Nothing, femininity almost extinguished, warrior seeking redemption, priestess awaiting return.
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