the demons don’t chase her —
they wait.
smiling wide,
palms open
like an invitation.
 
each one holds a choice.
each one hums with risk.
 
she could turn away.
she could stay safe.
 
but safe has never
built empires.
 
so she reaches out,
fingers grazing shadow,
and whispers —
show me what i could become.
 
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