Lion lion, burning bright, through the darkness with your light; what inner pain or mortal lie could stand up to your fearsome pride?

Post-holiday depression had seeped into me, and a big chunk of it built into dysphoria. Rather than let myself be clutched by it, I decided to act against the pain I felt. No angsty image nor cotton candy pride colors, but something more from me. In many ways Raziya, despite my efforts, still has shades of self-insert. What better to fight a skewed self-image than to take joy in this child of mine, proud of herself and showing her beauty at the start of a dance? I wanted to keep this tasteful, and also wanted to play off the idea of Raziya's inner strength manifesting as an aura against the darkness. It's surely a start!