Shadows of tomorrow, chasing the light, In the storm, we fight the night, Through the ashes, we’ll find our way, In the dawn, we rise, come what may. In the depths where demons lie, Echoes of the past never die, But in the steel, my will is strong, In the storm, where I belong. A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image. stands atop a windswept plateau in the Frostlands, where the ground is covered in a thin layer of ice that reflects the pale light of a distant sun. Her clothing is a strange mix of traditional Alethi armor and flowing, silver-and-blue robes that billow in the freezing wind, and she wears a circlet of thin, interwoven metal strands that spark with latent stormlight. The shardplate helmet pulses with energy, casting a soft blue glow on her determined face as she prepares to don it. The plateau is surrounded by jagged ice formations that tower above, their sharp edges glistening in the cold light.