POWER!!!!!!
In the raw, trembling darkness of that final moment — when every nerve screams, when fear claws at her throat, when exhaustion begs her to break — she ROARS life into existence.

No armor. No weapons. Just a heart on fire and a body forged in unbreakable will
She is not fragile.
She is the storm that births worlds.
She bends until the universe bows.
She bleeds miracles.
Every scream is thunder.
Every push shatters limits.
Every tear carves eternity.

This is not survival.
This is primal, divine, cataclysmic POWER.
Women don’t just give life —
THEY WIELD CREATION ITSELF