This is her benefit
Over the city, where love had been replaced by noise, she soared - not as a fugitive, but as a returned one.
She remembered how to fly. Her flight over the city is not an escape, but a return. Return to yourself.
The crowd below looks on without recognizing her: everyone saw her once - in a woman who loved to madness, in a shadow that was not afraid of the light, in themselves, when they still remembered the soul.
Renaissance is the moment when a witch ceases to be exiled and becomes divine.
This is her awakening, in which the pain turns into wings.