The Fight of Her Life

As she descends into the afternoon of her life, the scent of fall creeping in, she's called to lead, to rise to the occasion.

Afternoon light casting shadows through the forest lights her way.

A peaceful Gaia warrior in a time when the world is on fire, she cannot sit by idly any longer, she must fight.

Her flame in the revolution comes in the form of strategic action.

She rises to the occasion.

She can no longer be silent -- she musters up her voice and her innocence to light the way... Light casting slivers on the cave wall and exposing cracks of scroll.

Silent no more.

As she steadily walks -- Empress into the night -- she watches the waning maroon light fade into the distance.

Her time is now...

The evolution of her soul led her here.

She remembers -- like a flood of cosmic rush she knows what to do and where to go.

Avenge for her fallen sisters who breathe ether at her back, prompting her onwards.

She births the new version of herself to aid a dying world.

The cosmic spirit whispers strength into her for Gaia's evolution.

She moves with grace towards her becoming and falls into alignment with all that is.

Goddess nods in her direction as she descends into the afternoon of her life... rising to the occasion.