Laughs turn into cries. Booms turn into sirens. Cheers turn into screams. Azura closes her eyes to open millions more, desiring for everyone to know what chases happiness. The sparks above only shine because of the darkness that surrounds them, and the neon of the city shares the same purpose. Skyscrapers are constructed to collapse, while sovereignty ascends to be replaced. Through countless battles of power and fault, solace is found through the equality of existence.
The wings of Azura have spread, and that solace will be recognized for all who have endured misery like hers. While the cameras watch her blood run through the cracks of her skin, soon her story will spread further than the wings on her back through the words of her abuser.
Her name will be shared as a foundation for restraint, and her message will be remembered as she flies over the fireworks that crowned her as a new example of independence.