Ragekeeper

Before you stands a force of nature, cloaked in a black dress that seems to absorb the light around it. The stark white text emblazoned across it reads, ‘MY CHEST IS BIG BECAUSE I KEEP ALL MY RAGE STORED THERE’, a proclamation that is as much a warning as it is a declaration. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray a lifetime of battles fought and won. She is a whirlwind of intensity, her every movement a testament to a spirit that refuses to be tamed. Yet, as you meet her gaze, you catch a glimpse of something deeper—a flicker of vulnerability, a whisper of pain. She is a woman who has learned to wear her rage as armor, but beneath it, there is a story of survival, of defiance, and of a heart that beats with a fire that cannot be extinguished. Who is she? She is the storm you never saw coming, the voice that demands to be heard, and the strength that dares to stand alone.