She has found her voice, emboldened by the pleading voices of other witnesses.
In circles, they share their stories and in the streets, they march with fists in the air shouting to break through the deafening silence.
Change comes slowly.
They do not yet realize that their war can only be won with confident whispers spoken to those who trust them the most.
My Love, Come follow me, for I know the way through the darkness.
Tarot Card Artwork by Hrana Janto.