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She rises — not above others, but above silence. Her form is no longer flesh, but pure creation: stardust, petals, melody, memory.
The garden glows beneath her. The statues fade to dull. The crowd watches, unsure, moved.
She never asked to be seen.
But now, her light can’t be un-felt.
She is the art. She is the radiance.
And they never expected it to come from the one they didn’t see.