And as the shadow descends upon her, enveloping her in darkness, she silently screams her woe to the world. Her anger and frustration at being crushed under the enormous weight that has been unceremoniously shoved onto her shoulders spills out into the world like a flood of pure flame, instantly incinerating everything in its path.
But then she stops to think. And then she stops thinking at all. And then the storm has passed, and the world spins as usual once more. But for one soul, everything has changed. For she has been freed. Released from the unnecessary burden of living up to the unrealistic expectations of society. Able to step out from the darkness underneath the shadow. And the sweet taste of freedom on her lips makes her shudder with delight. For now she is capable of changing the world as she knows it.
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