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In this chaos, we will discover clarity
Weeping under a peach sky, she wonders why. Her mind is tangled, muddled with unanswered questions.
What was her purpose? If she followed the eastward wind today, would she find the reason for her existence? The sun ran, and the moon followed, day after day, but she remained confused.
The world around her is abuzz, a scandal here and a crisis there. Her peers fight battles, they chant for justice. What would be her role? Was she just an extra in this never-ending tale?
She was spun about, flipped upside down, and turned inside out. Who was she to be? What was she to do?
The years flew by. She was swept off her feet, her beloved eastward wind hastening her steps.
She laughed when she reached her destination.
Amid a bloody war, she now understood the role she had to play.
Follow the wind.
Chaos was where she thrived. Chaos gave her identity. Chaos brought her clarity because it did not affect her.
