My hands turned into wings without any discomfort, as if I had always had them. So I started to fly, the wind whistled across my face, and a tsunami rose in my silent heart. Every wave told me about the real me. So I closed my eyes in the wind, piously, murmuring my lips, and the wind caressed my ears with scattered vows. I heard this lonely soul trembling with excitement, facing the rising sun.
Purpose: Because life is as sincere as the sun and as bright as summer flowers.