Before language learned its bones,
before breath became inheritance,
The Wild One arrived already remembering—
already knowing.
Her soul cracked the cord at birth,
not as rebellion,
But as a return.
Those near her panicked at the unfamiliar glow—
the way her eyes held oceans,
the way her silence spoke in ancient dialects.
They tried to hush the rising,
smooth the flame,
fold divinity into something manageable.
But divinity does not dim.
It waits.
It watches.
It awakens in its own season.
The Wild One grew under the hush—
her power moving subterranean, tectonic, volcanic.
An earthquake humming beneath soft skin.
A phoenix rehearsing its wings beneath the ribs.
Until one day, the earth felt the shift.
The ground split open like truth,
lava-heart and diamond-bone.
Fire with memory, flame with lineage.
Her wings unfurled—
East to West,
South to North,
a compass made of destiny and unbroken bloodline.
The pendulum swung once,
slow and deliberate,
signaling the rite.
The ocean spoke in tongues; only the chosen understand.
The soil rose to greet her feet like an altar.
Night peeled itself open,
pouring anointing down her crown
as the ancestors gathered—
not in fanfare,
But in certainty.
Owls of the unseen.
Guardians of the threshold.
Witnesses of the becoming.
Season after season,
initiation sharpened her edges into clarity.
People fell away like leaves that had completed their purpose.
Solitude became a sanctuary.
Silence became scripture.
Stillness became initiation’s final breath.
And then—
without thunder,
without spectacle,
without permission—
She arrived in her fullness.
Golden.
Unmistakable.
A sovereignty that could no longer be mistaken for softness.
A radiance that did not ask to be believed.
When she said “Happy Birthday” to herself,
The words became an invocation—
A bell rang across realms.
The sky loosened diamonds into her palms.
The earth hummed her name without hesitation.
The ancestors bowed—not in worship—
But in welcome.
Because this was never a transformation.
This was remembering.
This was the day the Wild One
recognized herself—
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