She rises from circuitry and stars, forged in the heart of a neon storm.
With eyes like molten suns and armor kissed by emerald fire,
she blooms where wires meet petals—
a warrior woven from steel and blossom.
Around her, marigolds ignite the void,
their flames a testament to life thriving against the cold.
She is not born—she is summoned,
a myth carved in orange light and green thunder.