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Rainn

What is Gaia… what is Gaia… what is Gaia?

I keep repeating the question to myself like the concept of it has somehow eluded me, I’ve been prepared since birth and the moment my mother and father discovered the children of Gaia symbol branded against the palm of my hand, like a signature to a debt I had to pay for without even being given a choice whether or not I would actually want to pay it.

No one asked me if I even wanted the so-called privilege or not because being born with the symbol automatically makes you obligated to the title.

I’m standing before the tall mirror in my bedroom staring at my reflection in a white boho dress that runs all the way down to my feet, the navy indigo lines that crisscross as they cascade down the fabric itself is exactly perfect for me and it hugs my body perfectly it all the right places, making my small frame look more like a woman than a girl.

My dark hair is hanging d