Cryptomnesia
Ascent from the Underworld
To have finally dealt with suffering is to consume it into yourself. Which means you have to, with eyes open, be able to keep your heart open in hell.
— Ram Dass
Once upon the wheel of time, there was a girl with flaxen hair swept by the winds, her irises contained all the storms of changing seas¹. Born unto a line of condemned seers cursed to the Underworld through the damnation of their wicked choices and deeds. Her blood harbored remnants of oracles, killers, Gypsies, and thieves. An ancestral lineage the hounds of hell smelled as the charred scent of her belonging.
When she was very young, and the demons of hell had all gone out to play, she met an Angel of light in a hollow chamber of darkness one night-filled day. He had told her that she would endure many terrible, horrible things and then he showed her light like she had never seen. He said he would always be with her, even when she was sure she was alone. That she need only ever reach for him in the light of love if ever the darkness outshone. Feeling its importance, but not sure of what it meant, she hid this light and truth deep in her chest.