AI Art: A low rumble shakes the temple. Dust rises from the cracks in the floor. The shattered idol of Durga, lying in forgotten ruin, pulses with an unseen force. The girl does not scream. She does not run. Instead, her wounds begin to glow. Golden light spreads through her veins, illuminating every cut, every bruise, every broken piece of her body—except now, they no longer define her. Pain is no longer her identity. Power is. The man takes a step back. His smirk wavers. "ये क्या तमाशा है... तेरे ज़ख़्म जल क्यों रहे हैं?" (“What is this... Why are your wounds burning?”) He reaches for her, but suddenly—the ground trembles beneath his feet. The world fractures. A surge of energy erupts, lifting the dust, the stones, the very essence of the temple into the air. The torches snuff out, leaving only the radiance of the girl’s transforming body. She opens her eyes, and they are no longer human. "ये अग्नि नहीं, चेतावनी है। तूने जिसे निर्बल समझा, वह अब शक्ति में बदल रही है।" (“This is not fire. It is a warning. The one you thought powerless is now becoming strength itself.”) A roar of divine energy tears through the space. The ancient temple melts into the cosmos, its stone walls dissolving into a realm of swirling nebulae and galaxies. The mortal world is no longer relevant. She is no longer a mere woman.
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A low rumble shakes the temple. Dust rises from the cracks in the floor. The shattered idol of Durga, lying in forgotten ruin, pulses with an unseen force. The girl does not scream. She does not run. Instead, her wounds begin to glow. Golden light spreads through her veins, illuminating every cut, every bruise, every broken piece of her body—except now, they no longer define her. Pain is no longer her identity. Power is. The man takes a step back. His smirk wavers. "ये क्या तमाशा है... तेरे ज़ख़्म जल क्यों रहे हैं?" (“What is this... Why are your wounds burning?”) He reaches for her, but suddenly—the ground trembles beneath his feet. The world fractures. A surge of energy erupts, lifting the dust, the stones, the very essence of the temple into the air. The torches snuff out, leaving only the radiance of the girl’s transforming body. She opens her eyes, and they are no longer human. "ये अग्नि नहीं, चेतावनी है। तूने जिसे निर्बल समझा, वह अब शक्ति में बदल रही है।" (“This is not fire. It is a warning. The one you thought powerless is now becoming strength itself.”) A roar of divine energy tears through the space. The ancient temple melts into the cosmos, its stone walls dissolving into a realm of swirling nebulae and galaxies. The mortal world is no longer relevant. She is no longer a mere woman.
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