She once crossed the scalding currents of the deep,
growing slowly between raging tides and silent dark.
The caramel gleam of her scales—
a trace of flame’s kiss,
and the armor she forged with her own hands.
She turned fire into a shield,
etched trust into the deep brown of her skin,
curling into the seafloor where no nets could reach.
She does not shine.
But like the last warmth lingering in ancient stone,
she keeps vigil through the silent nights of the sea,
guarding a fragile ember of life not yet gone cold.