She emerged as if the earth itself had willed her into existence, a sovereign of thorns and blooms. The Queen didn’t just reclaim her land; she sang it into verdancy, her breath a revival, her command a lush crescendo over the silent cities.
Queen — Under her reign, the wilderness thrived, untamed and beautiful, a testament to what persists when human hubris fades into the undergrowth.
⸱ Her whispers were songs of renewal, each note a bud bursting into life, a lullaby that coaxed the earth into its fullest bloom ⸱
© tomarowsky