She looked down, feeling the weight and power of this new form settle into her. This was who she was now—someone who understood loss, who had fought and fallen and learned how to stand again, stronger for those she loved and braver for those she protected. She brushed her fingers over the silver, a soft smile of determination playing at her lips. This was a suit born from every lesson, every friendship, every broken fragment she’d pieced back together.
Amazing artwork from @verabraun-art
















