A glass of wine trapped her in the palace for twenty years.
A gust of wind blew the girl on the grassland to the capital.
The palace wall was her cocoon, and she spent half her life chewing a hole in it to live as her own light.
The grassland is her life, and she never needs to break out of her cocoon—because she was born a butterfly.
Concept: In the same era, some people were tamed by palace walls, while others were raised by grasslands.
This is not a story about who is nobler than another - it is about how women live out their own bones in the history written by men in their own way.