TEARS OF THE FORSAKEN

Once an angel, now a fallen one, she stands in the quiet between worlds. Her platinum blonde hair, once bright as the heavens, now contrasts with the darkness that surrounds her. She holds her face with both hands, the inky blackness of her fingers smearing across her skin, symbolizing the sins she has embraced and the battles she has fought. The dark tears that stream from her eyes are not just symbols of sorrow, but of strength—each drop a testament to her resilience and the heavy price of her transformation.

Her wings, once pure and white, have become a shadow of their former glory, their feathers now sleek and black as the void itself. They stretch wide, protecting her from the world, yet they are as much a part of her burden as her scars. The black tears that stain her cheeks mirror the darkness of her soul, but they also reflect the power she has gained through her fall. She no longer seeks redemption, nor does she fear the abyss. She has embraced the shadows, made them her own, and in doing so, she has forged a new identity.

Tears of the Forsaken is the story of a woman who has journeyed far beyond the limits of what was once known. She has fallen, yes, but in her fall, she has found a strength that few can comprehend. Her wings no longer symbolize her angelic beginnings but the fierce resolve she has crafted in the face of betrayal and loss. Her blackened hands and tears are not a curse—they are the marks of a soul reborn, no longer confined by the expectations of others. She is no longer bound by the rules of the light, and in this freedom, she has become both the destroyer and the savior, walking her own path in the darkness, fearless and unashamed.