In the hush between breath and becoming, where moonlight kisses flame, I listen for the secret that sings in silence— the golden thread of remembrance. O Heart, keeper of ancient fire, ignite the codes I carry in my blood. Transmute longing into light, and sorrow into sovereignty. Within this...
Read MoreShe wears no garment stitched by human hands. Her cloak is woven from the breath of stars— from the memory of suns that knew her name before she was born. It drapes over her shoulders like prophecy. A mantle of light. A sacred inheritance. This is no ordinary gold....
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