"Sigils Beneath the Rain" + Animation



Rain washed the streets clean, but it never touched the magic burned into her skin.
She walked the old city alone, wet hair clinging to her face, the glow of forbidden sigils pulsing softly at her midriff with every measured breath. Each mark was a vow, each ember a spell paid for in blood and memory.
The witch had learned long ago that power was never hidden, it was worn, exposed to the storm, daring the world to look too closely. And tonight, beneath the lanterns and falling rain, the city remembered her name… even if no one dared speak it aloud.

Sorry, Grok Refused to animate the image, All the results were moderated untill I run out of tries -.-
I had to animate it locally (So I made it extra bouncy ;P ), without audio.