whether she was moulded from clay or god-blood she is as celestial as the stars and she burns just as bright as any supernova before her.
she believes in love and love believes in her. mother earth guides her, the moon threads constellations through her hair as she sleeps, daisy chains on fire woven into a crown that holds meteor in place of diamond.
she laughs and even the sky weakens; lightning pauses as she passes, thunder falls under her spell. she is the daughter of amazons, god-slayer. she is warrior, weapon. woman.
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