The Chapter
She enters the forest and leaves restraint behind. Currant bursts between her teeth. Plum spills across her hands. Pomegranate and cherry stain her lips crimson. Then copal catches fire. Smoke rises. The forest erupts around her as instinct, hunger, and desire become something almost feral. Yet at the center of the frenzy, she remains completely herself. Desire does not devour her. She commands it. And finally, she understands.
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