How am I known?

I gave myself the grand title of Sacred Story Speaker. The Stories themselves called me WitchWoman. The Forest claimed me by its own naming. Another Place where names are never spoken, only a thought given silent breath. In the Academy my name treads cunningly. Perhaps then it doesn’t matter what I am titled Only that I recognise and honour those that bestow such gifts upon me.

(photo found on Prompt Hunt made with midjourney)