Her silver hair billowed in the wind as she looked up at the purple sky. Her deep violet eyes shone with such magnificence that the crickets stopped chirping and the forest grew calm. Only wind spoke of her presence. She became wind.
When the wind receded, the sky suddenly turned into a brilliant hue of flame. Orange, yellow, and red dotted the sky, reflecting their colors upon the mirror-like lake in front of her. Only flames spoke of her presence. She became fire.
As the sky slowly grew back to its twilight state, dark gray clouds began to form a protective layer above her. Claps of loud thunder boomed above her, followed by streaks of dangerous blue-hued light and a torrential amount of raindrops, started splashing silently around her bare feet. Only lightning spoke of her presence. She became lightning itself.
The sky again returned back to the same color as her vibrant amethystine depths, and the clear water surrounding her gave off a glowing purple pigment. The tranquility of the still water around her created a peaceful environment, giving off a stark contrast from the previous two elements. Only the calm waters spoke of her presence. She became water itself.
The once cracked soil around her began to grow dark and soft as the water quickly found its way through the grainy surface of the dirt. Satisfied that its thirst was fully quenched, the damp soil, flowers, grass, and every living creature sighed in relief, silently thanking the ethereal woman standing before them. Only earth spoke of her presence. She became earth itself.