She was born from the last spark of a dying volcano.
Flames danced in her hair, whispering stories of ancient suns.
Where she walked, ashes bloomed into crimson flowers.
The world feared her touch, yet longed for her warmth.
And when she wept, even fire learned how to love.
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ethereal fantasy hyperdetailed mist Thomas Kinkade
Shei ❤️