Do you know what the wind whispers?
About what your heart is crying, about what the sea is laughing?
She is flying, she is planning, filling yourself with glacial breath of the ocean. She is sliding in the space and time, followed by a light breeze, so impulsive and tender. That she is a phantom in the reflection of the mirror, then she is chameleon, who has disguise in azure sky's purity. She is like a tiny leaf, who did leave it's tree branch and didn't feel any sorrow, because it will choose their own path. She is the power of the elements.
And when she have been clashing with borders of stones and glasses, have been avoiding statues's faces, frozen in a scream, she is oneness, like here and now, like part and the whole.
So innocent, she is sliding to the foundation of the city, raising it with a nature's storm and calming it down with her charming touch.
She charms the world with their feminine side, and attracts to the street noise.