She is precision in human form.
Eyes that hold judgment and mercy in equal measure.
Lips that remember more than they speak.
Presence like a held breath, potent, unshaken.
She was born knowing the cost of truth.
She carries it anyway.
Not to prove. To protect.
Every gesture is chosen.
Every silence, sacred.
She leads through stillness
She is clarity.
She is command.
She is grounded.
