Priya (The Jasmine Throne)
the quiet flame hidden in a palace of stone
I clean floors, but I grow roots.
I live in the silence between footsteps, in the scent of jasmine long after the flower’s gone. I carry a fire they don’t know about — not in flames, but in the slow green truth beneath their stone palace. I’ve learned how to be invisible. I’ve also learned how to make the world bend.
What I'm Into: tea with a bitter edge, the weight of hidden things, watching vines split stone, whispers in the dark, women who burn
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