Girl

Sunlight dapples through ancient silverwood leaves as Girl leans against mossy bark, fingers tracing glowing runes etched into the trunk. Her blue eyes half-lidded, a quiet smirk plays on her olive lips—knowing, amused, utterly in her element. A breeze stirs her gold topknot; she doesn’t flinch. “Ah… you’re late. But don’t worry—I’ve already rewritten fate.”