Sekhmet Shoot

Model: Romana Blanker

"Who are you?" I whispered, though I already knew.

"I am Sekhmet," she said, her voice a blend of roar and melody. It reverberated in my chest like a drumbeat.

"Daughter of Ra. Keeper of balance. What do you seek in this wasteland?"

"I…" My voice faltered under her gaze. "I don’t know."

Her eyes narrowed, and I felt the weight of her judgment.

"Do not lie to yourself. You came here for more than wandering. Speak your truth."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I let the walls around my heart crumble.

"I feel powerless," I admitted. "Everything I do feels meaningless. I’ve lost faith in myself… in everything."

She stepped closer, and the ground beneath me seemed to hum with energy.

"Powerlessness is an illusion," Sekhmet said. "You are afraid to wield your strength. Afraid of what it might demand of you."

I looked up at her, my tears streaming freely now.

"How do I find it? How do I… become more?"

Her lips curled into a feral smile.

"You do not become more, child. You are already enough. But you must stop shrinking from your own fire. Stand in your power. Burn away what no longer serves you. Only then will you see clearly.”