Those wings? Burnt orange and claws out, they spread across my legs like I own the whole damn night. Script scrawled on my thigh, “One mind rules”—that’s not for show, that’s a warning. Backside faded, hit with words the world’s too soft to handle: “The dark doesn’t scare me anymore.” Everything’s oversized, scraped, and heavy, because subtlety is for people still scared of the dark. Me? I stare it down and walk right through.
