There is so much pain in her gaze that you turn to stone not from fear, but from understanding. Once, she was human. Alive, gentle, capable of love. But the world could not bear her power. For her beauty, she was cursed, for her feelings, punished, for her vulnerability, turned into a monster. Now snakes hiss in her hair, this is echoes of betrayal and anger, and in her eyes burns a loneliness no one can endure. She does not wish to kill, but her nature no longer allows otherwise. Yet deep inside, she longs for someone just once not to look away, to see her pain, her past, and the deep humanity that still lives within her.
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