Long ago, they say,
Used to be legends.
Not of ghosts and heroes
But of a human.
She was different.
Not from the visible world you see.
She loved what came her way
But with great difficulty.
In hopes of finding her true nature,
She set out to explore
Lands and beings she’d never met,
Places she’d forgotten long ago.
Stories again kept her guided.
The path was sure unknown
But there was no going back
She had decided it to the bone.
In hopes she wandered.
Allies she made.
And yet she wondered
If she’d find her true mate.
Not another person
But her own identity.
Amidst all this confusion
There was hardly any clarity.
And that’s what led her
To discover what she sought.
To know who she was,
Till the last breath, she fought.
She had always known she was special.
Sadness couldn’t be her calling.
So, there she went to solve it all.
Soon, she found herself prowling.
Prowling the woods, the trees.
The dense jungles, fearless.
She finally knew for sure
She was a feline princess.
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