The wind whips long red marks across her back.
The sky turns its gray face from her, angry.
The earth grinds to a halt and rotates the other way.
The girl stands, one child against the world.
Clouds split and lightning cuts the sky.
Fire rings around her, garish and searing hot.
Rain stings her skin, but the fire rages on.
The girl does not falter, and stands against the world.
Angry people surround her and pelt her with rocks.
The ground rises and falls, tumultuous.
Leaves wither and die before her eyes.
There is the girl, and there is the world.
The sun goes flickers out and all warmth perishes.
Ice surrounds the girl and the trees fall.
Drums beat a tuneless melody into her heart,
But the girl stands still, unmoved and still glowing.
One girl against the world.
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