transmuting the ache of the pulling earth into a flight that breathes from within.

From the fertile loam of a quiet mind, the roots of old grief untangle and reach, tracing pathways through a starlit void to a language the throat could never teach. The ribs part gently, a broken cage, where wild gardens bloom in the dark— and the heavy weight of a human heart unfurls the wings of a sapphire spark. Suspended between the stone and sky, she surrenders the weight of what has been, transmuting the ache of the pulling earth into a flight that breathes from within.