"You wanted power," the goddess whispered, voice like grinding mountains. "But power without destruction is just a cage."
One to kill who you were. One to bless who you're becoming. kali roses 2drops
She didn't pray for mercy. She prayed for witness . "You wanted power," the goddess whispered, voice like
Two drops.
The roses grew from the cracks in the altar — thorned, black-veined, bleeding fuchsia. Each petal a small annihilation. Each scent a memory dying to be reborn. "You wanted power
The two drops fell not like rain, but like embers.