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She was born in a question, in crimson and flame,
A whisper, a warning, a blur through the haze.
They chased her through borders, but never caught her name—
Just shadows retreating through long-forgotten ways.
She moved like a secret the world couldn’t keep,
Too fierce for the silence, too fast for the frame.
She vanished through time, through the cracks running deep,
And still—when she runs, the world knows her name.
They trained her in silence, in sleight and in scheme,
But she changed the script with a flick of her hand.
She traded their mission for something like dream,
And carved her own legend across every land.
She isn’t a villain. She isn’t a saint.
She’s fire in motion, unbound and unclaimed.
Each step is defiance, each look is restraint,
Each choice is a banner, each silence is flame.
And now—forty years since her banner was raised,
She runs through each skyline, through memory and lore.
The world stands in awe, forever amazed,
Still tracing the path of the thief we adore.