Storm

They call her beautiful, and, indeed, she is. Beautiful in the way of a lightning strike: only when viewed from a distance. Up close, she will burn skin from bone.

She wears prisms of light in each strand of her hair. Every dead cell alive with the electricity that emanates from her soul.

Only scorched earth lies in her wake.

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