Painting of a man standing in a river surrounded by trees

The early morning sunlight streams into the room, rousing Jlah from slumber. Today is different - the air itself feels electric, newly charged with possibility since last night's cathartic revelations now echoing through her awakening consciousness. Trembling, she raises her eyes to the expansive mirror fixed above the handcrafted oak vanity she'd dressed before every day for decades...yet suddenly the lavish room itself starts rippling, the reflection projecting back narrower and narrower until those gilded walls press suffocation. "For how long have I endured chained by fear to mere surfaces?" Jlah whispers. With volatile clarity, she grasps the power bestowed choosing either liberation or ongoing confinement betting against her thriving self. In one graceful movement, Jlah rises regally before gliding to the outdoor terrace where endless verdant vistas suggest destiny’s widest dreams await should one dare claim birthright fruits so long left dangling unplucked within estranged soul groves. With combustive exhale, Jlah loosens the stays of her designer corset which once wore status aspirations and pleasing expectations now fallen limp. Its carved shell shatters magnificently against stone below while she raises blossoming hands towards tomorrow’s majestic Sun...barefoot at last upon emergent ground where only truth takes root. The light's baptism begins reorienting perception and possibility from skin-deep to marrow-deep. Today, the walls come crashing down. And wings soar upon those razed ruins