A Dance with Shadows In the dim twilight of my soul, you linger, an enigma cloaked in contradictions. You tread softly, yet your footsteps echo like thunder through the corridors of my heart. Do you feel the tremor in your

“She Who Walks Between Worlds” You were not born in the margins—you were carved from constellationsthat remembered the songsbefore the earth had a name. Daughter of the river and the rebel,your spirit speaks two languages:one the trees understand,and one that