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Emberborn, Unbound
She steps—
not forward, not back,
but through.
Time unwinds in ribbons of dusk,
the sky, a mouth half-open in hunger,
swallowing moons like forgotten names.
Wings bloom—
not feather, not flame,
but something between.
A beast sleeps in her spine,
its breath curling through each hollow bone.
She hums a song that was never written,
and the wind listens,
bending, breaking, becoming.
Another lingers—
a flicker, a fracture,
an echo still learning its shape.
Are they two?
Or only one dream, unfolding?
Below, spires melt into mist,
longing without language.
Above, stars fracture,
scattering like seeds of fire.
And she—
emberborn, unbound—
does not fall.
She simply is.
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