Keeper of the Keys blue I walk into the world

I walk into the world not burdened by what I was told I could never be—but empowered by what I choose to become

Shrouded in snow and mystery

trusting ourselves above all others isn’t something we’re taught—though perhaps it should be

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I lived within the lines someone else drew for me

Keeper of the Keys blue I walk into the worldkeeper of the keys In the corridor between realms, where the veil thins and silence thickens, she waits the Keeper of the Keys. Neither angel nor mortal, she is a forgotten balance, born of twilight and tasked with holding the choices of souls. Her wings, once luminous, are now stained with the weight of centuries charred on the edges by the secrets she keeps and the truths she must never tell. Above her, hundreds of keys drift in quiet suspension,