Jeanne#03

From torn paper, a flame arises, a woman of steel, a soul that surprises. Her gaze cuts through time and fear, a sacred warrior, crystal clear. Behind her, silence in grayscale stands, while color clings to armor and hands. A sword in shadow, faith held tight, a halo crowns her inner light. Not just a martyr, nor merely bold, she’s fire’s voice in human mold. Joan, stitched in war and grace, breaks the silence, piece by piece.