Saturated blunder of thoughts in her head as she sits staring into the future of her soul-
There she desperately embraces the possibilities of the endless time travel into perfection and for a brief moment asking to thine own self, "What has become of the women who stared into the face of darkness and whispered softly, I will not break?" Her name reflects blazing flashes of the wounded child she carries- within she sews her heart discreetly while breathing in the love from her procreator- She has evolved.