I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

The Reckoning: Standing Unyielding in the StormShe stood there, her black hair swirling in the wind, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as if victory was already hers. But I see past the façade—because no one can escape the truth forever. The reckoning is inevitable. It will come, for all of us.The wind shrieks through the streets, heavy