Not everyone understands why I descend. But there is wisdom in the underworld—and I chose to know it. Persephone within me is the lucid dive: the courage to cross the darkness without fear of losing the light. She walks between two worlds—that of the soul and that of the flesh, the girl who died to blossom into a woman. Each winter I lived within myself was preparation for the spring that would come after. Pain taught me language, silence taught me listening, and the unconscious became my dwelling and my mirror. Persephone is not defined by captivity, but by transformation. She is not the victim of the abyss—she is the one who crossed it and returned crowned. In me, she is the guardian of secrets, the one who understands that every fall is also a call to consciousness. I am Persephone when I descend—and when I return, I am never the same. #domme