The Wind’s Secret
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She tilts her face to the wind—nostrils flared, eyes pooling with the blue of distant storms. The air carries whispers only she can translate: the iron-scent of fading life, the echo of bones returning to the earth. They call her ‘devil.’ ‘Thief.’ But she is the keeper of the unwritten pact—the one who cleanses what the sun cannot bleach, who laughs so the savanna does not weep.💝
This is for the outcasts-, those who feel unnoticed. The scavengers. The silent guardians. For every creature branded ‘villain’ for doing what must be done. The wind, earth and sun remember what the world forgets.💝💝💝Try it!
