She doesn’t just climb the stairway—she claims it. Every step is an assertion of power, every movement a challenge to anyone daring enough to watch. Shadows part before her, bending to the will of a goth queen who rules with unapologetic authority. Her gaze alone commands attention; her presence bends reality. At the top of the stairs, she isn’t just standing—she’s reigning, a dark empress whose throne is the world beneath her. To follow her is optional. To stand in her way is impossible.
I walk into every room knowing I’m not here to outshine anyone; I’m here because I am the blueprint. The confidence, the softness, the energy — it’s all mine, unapologetically. I don’t chase validation or compare myself to anyone else. I simply exist, and somehow that becomes the new level everyone wants to reach.