This is rebirth, rising from the darkness of the womb to face the sun. Its warmth and fire igniting the tiny sparks of Creation that have laid dormant in the Soul. The pendulum of disintegration coming to rest in the powerful balance of unearthly love; the child resting peacefully in the arms of the Creatrix of all.
This resting place did not come without the presence of chaos; the chaos of a soul much too heavy from carrying the burdens of a fearful child, holding grief in one hand and her wounded heart in the other. The moment of reckoning came with the certainty that this weight was no longer hers to carry. This certainty dropping a weight so heavy that she let her grief fall to the floor, shattering into a million pieces of unclaimed rage.
As she sunk into the darkness, she held her heart to each piece. As tears fell, she began to admire the dark glimmering facets. As she noticed the beauty in each piece, they began to rise as sparks in the air, setting ablaze anything that no longer served her.
Pyromancy engulfed her as she danced around the open flame, chanting ancient wisdom long forgotten, as she threw her wounded heart into the flame.
Rise, she commanded, flames dancing in deep green eyes. Penetrating vision and clarity giving way to deep green waves. You are the one you have been waiting for.
Cinder transformed to sea foam, mirroring an unknown reflection. Love, for the first time. Sea-born Venus; a perfect mirror image, holding a heart-shaped emerald in her flaming fingertips. Distortion now lifted.
She waded out to receive the gift that had always been waiting for her.
And now, she rests in the arms of all, knowing that she has been reborn.
She is whole.