Magenta’s life was a tapestry of shattered dreams. Once the proud owner of a charmed existence, she now wandered the world as a ghost of her former self. A car accident had ripped away her future, leaving her in a coma that stole years of her life. When she awoke, the world she knew was gone—her husband had moved on, her parents were lost to the grave, and she was utterly alone. With nothing but the clothes on her back and a heart full of sorrow, she sought solace in the woods, where the cold winds mirrored the chill in her soul. Yet, beneath the weight of her despair, a fierce determination burned. She would not be a victim. She would not let the cruelty of fate go unchallenged. Her war was with God Himself, a battle to reclaim what was stolen from her. And she would not rest until the heavens themselves felt her wrath.