Heatstroke

In a flash of light, she is cast out of her worldthrown into a vast emptiness of sand and scorching skyNo path to follow, no voices to guide heronly the relentless sun above and endless dunes below

Young, powerful, yet suddenly so smallin the face of this infinite desertLike all of us, transported without warninginto the crucible of existence

We arrive alone, each of usinto our own desert of consciousnessNo memories of before, no map to followonly the will to survive, to become

The desert is but the beginning -the first trial in an endless chain of momentsthat will forge her, break her, remake herAs it does to us all

Listen now to the sound of her footsteps in the sandto the wind that erases all tracesto the heartbeat that refuses to surrenderin the face of seeming abandonment by gods and destiny alike

This is her storyThis is our story