She is only seconds away from being here.
Present, oh she will be. You will be the medium for awe.
You can already see her in the distance. Her radiance of red dress and animus. You can see everything coming together into her. All the thoughts and meanings once forgotten become one within her.
She is distant but you still fear her not approaching but I see it. It is in slow steps and anguish that you shall witness the process of her becoming.
But she will be coming, within seconds, minutes, hours, maybe an infinite amount of time, but she will be there, at the other side of the asymptotic region. She will be here, and when she is she will not merely be a function of numbers, she will a function betraying limits and axes.
When you see her, it will only be a realization of how fast you’re bleeding, how far away you are from glimpsing death. Too late a realization of how rebellion is. She visits in red robes but she will enlighten as she murders. She will take away the brave, tread upon the corrupt and resurrect light blown out by dark times and ages.
It is only a matter of time till she’s here, but she is here; your revolution.
beyond 