ᴼ̲ᴺ̲ᴱ̲　𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘋,　𝖠𝖭𝖸　𝐖𝐄𝗔𝐏𝕺𝗡.

metallic, dull chains transmute into gold at the mere touch of her potent hand.

your resilience knows no bounds, like a stubborn root refusing to die. many a man would’ve crumbled at the same amount of hardship. yet, you stand before me, still as stubborn & defiant as ever. a trait that i begrudgingly admire.