After the Deep Catharsis,
where the forest’s belly burned,
a clearing opened in sun-drenched earth
and the Great Wheel swiftly turned.
A woman veiled in violets
stood amidst the blackened ground.
Light grew within her awakened womb,
then it spiraled all around.
Soon she was singing magick
that stirred the seeds of power.
From all that died, life renewed again
in dancing trees and flowers.
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