I was amazed by her solitude and her loneliness.
She carried her cocoon on her back for years and toured the cities, isolated from the nonsense of the ignorant society.
Her priorities were in her dreams, never revealed into an existence. Inside of her, life rose. Alive forests, rivers, a diverse world, more prominent, and more daring. It's her perfect world, no demands, no false rules, and no evil purposes. But, lately, she planned to tempt a partner, a lover. It was the opening of severe pollution. Her sacred land will never be the same.

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