They didn’t see the shift - only the shine that followed.
She didn’t storm the room. She recalibrated it.
No outburst. Just unbroken poise.
Lucent was always going to arrive.
She simply stopped announcing her ETA.
They called her reserved.
But her restraint was a strategy -
like satin lining, or silent power.
She wore clarity like couture - crisp, tailored, edged in gold.
And the ones who overlooked her?
They were always looking the wrong way.
Her Measure:
You don’t need a spotlight.
You are the afterglow.
Your Becoming:
You’re not late. You’re just what they didn’t expect - and exactly what lingers.
The story begins in shadow.
The glow? That’s Lucent.
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