The Cry of Creation

In a dimension where silence ruled, she was born—a being of sound and chaos. Her scream shattered the void, and with it came life. Vibrant creatures erupted from the darkness, their forms rippling with hues of flame and water, wings carrying whispers of her defiance. Her neck, layered like the rings of a tree, held the history of her cries—each fold a moment when her voice shaped the universe. The golden thread of her cloak symbolized her divine tether, binding her to a balance she could never break. She was both creator and destroyer, her voice the force of rebirth and ruin.