Ouroboros Spine tatamnaktuk ⨸

Storms are reflections of chaos raging in the cosmic realm. 

Things may go unnoticed during chaos. 

A forgotten god known only by its name, lurks in the shadows and waits. 

A soul descends from the stars. Small, fragile thing, tossed here and there by the winds. 

The celestial pounces and swallows it whole. 

Here she shines brightly and then embeds itself in the small body of an infant.

Two souls sharing one mortal body. 

A forgotten god lying dormant. 

Waiting. 

There she was lying still not yet aware of the change that had just taken place. Then the warm cocoon burst and she, who had never experienced cold in her existence, was suddenly engulfed by it. Then came the feeling of suffocating. Beginning in the pit of her belly and spreading rapidly throughout every fiber of her body. She squirmed, opened her mouth and drew in her first breath. Air filled her lungs, the cord that had kept her attached to her mother, broke and finally she was her own entity.

Independent.

Free.

She screamed.