remember, my child, you are much more powerful than you will ever know.
does the wind ask permission of the leaves if it may blow?
does the ocean ask the sand how deep it should send its waves?
and in those truths, nor should a goddess ask a mortal how far her power extends or where it can reach.
you are everything, my love.
you are the warm heart that eternally beats at the earth’s core just as you are the frigid cold that seeps into your bones if you dare to stay on winter’s peak.
you are a divine mixture of all the infinities that have devoured themselves for the chance to create you.
you hold more possibilities, more potential in your pinky finger than most mortals do in their entire bodies - do not let them try to cage such a heavenly soul as yours.
your wrath will be enough to level cities, destruction the likes of which this incarnation of the universe has never seen, should you choose that path.
but remember, my darling, despite your capacity for chaos, you are also kind; do not let the world turn your heart to stone. cherish the strength you were born with but nurture it with compassion and love. you will be tempted by the darkness, and though you may cross into it, you must never overstay your welcome. always return to the right side of love, of yourself.
do not place your power anywhere outside of you; you will not see it returned to you safely.
guard your heart, my dearest one.
because the world of men will stop at nothing to give your still-beating heart as an offering to placate the demons they sold their souls to.
— the truths a goddess whispers to her child
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