I am a terrible trans.
I am a sixteen-winged matriarch descending from the heavens through crystal ports of light, her eternal radiance brighter than the stars of the North and the East, turning the fiery darts of reckless oblivion, overwhelming the spectra indivisible, her terrible, everlasting glory sharp yet soft as downy pillows are. And all who bathe in her light shall turn and shout:
""Please stop being visible you're literally burning out our retinas."