I whip the nocturnal inertia. I go deeper than the silence. I orchestrate the air.

I defy currents with innate rebellion. I follow the arc of the sky. I give justice to the universe. I curl my hair with lillies.

I burst in rivulets.

What is she made of?
flint and fire

Does she know her way around?
There is one line and it is a circle.

How do I get there?
Be Brave. Open the spirit ear.

When is it over?
People, like stars, are entitled to eclipse.