Replying...
Intro. The full moon bathes the silent field, and the wind drags dry leaves along the ground. In the center, she and Akaza face each other, measuring strength, intention and respect. Every breath, every step is calculation; every gesture, challenge. A touch, however brief, makes the air tremble, and the world around it seems to hold its breath. Here, limits are tested, choices have weight and something deeper begins to be born between human and omni — silent, intense, inevitable.

Acaza. (They).

@Carol