see but wanda maximoff weaves the stars into her spells and has the strength of the mountains which she grew up surrounded by
she remembers the trees and the wood that Django would carve wooden dolls out of
she knows how to survive because she’s been surviving all her life
and so she’ll dance in the shadow of the embers and by the moonlight and let the wind guide her home
but it is the wolves that teach her how to find herself again when the entire world wants to burn her Alive
and so she makes a shawl out of the night sky and disappears into the night , quietly watching until she is needed again , little wooden dolls keeping watch over those in need , quietly protecting while she weaves the stars together and waits for the world to wake up again.