In the beginning, a woman spun
Her hands, architects
Wove galaxies from unseen threads
Her breath birthed the first sun,
She willed the planets into orbit,
Her fingers, painting auroras of gold.
She stood tall, the weaver of time,
A guardian to all that breathes,
A beacon of hope, an eternal embrace,
Her soul, an indomitable spirit of gold.
Midjourney 5 + ChatGPT 4
