The Queen of Oak Meadows. She has resided over my entire life and has always been there. I used to climb on Her as a girl, then as a maiden, then as a young woman, and now at the age of 37 She still welcomes me to rest my cheek against Her ancient skin, to dream in Her emerald hem.
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And with that, the Goddess rose and released her great wings into the wind like sails. The sun caught the shimmering scales of her feathers, casting a resplendent iridescence across the sky. She nodded to the woman before ascending to the opal heavens like a magnificent bird, beaming telepathically through her amethyst eyes, "My dear, you must believe."