This is not a story about recognizing relatives and returning home. This is the story of a woman who, amid systemic evil, burned herself to ashes and then grew a forest from the ashes. She doesn't need a last name, because what she wants to do is not to destroy the old world, but to ignite millions of fires in the ruins and build a new world where all girls can be named and grow freely.
Purpose: This is a love letter dedicated to all women struggling in the ashes: You don't need to prove your worth to anyone, because your existence itself is the spring that breaks out of the ground; you don't need to inherit any surname, because your standing figure is the root of endless life.