She was becoming.
She wasn’t what she had been but had yet to develop into what she would be. All she was before ceased to exist; all she had done faded away. The scents, tastes, and memories long departed. She exhausted the present, and soon she would be what was next.
She would be spectacular. All would change because she had transformed.
The sepia casing chafed away with the winds of time and she was left naked, exposed, raw. She had grown. She was new…and different. She tested her wings in the wind and found them strong.
She had become.