Tearing down the walls reveals the skeleton inside and it buzzes with life and possibility. Ideas float like fireflies, sparking out their abdomens on a summer’s night. Inspiration comes and the girl does not judge the source, she simply takes it in, hoping it will incubate into the things she desires though she does not yet know what that thing is. She wants to build in secret, but the path is blocked an she searches for others to help her clear the way. None can find her and so she shuffles the rubble to the side, stone by stone and bone by bone. Lost in the labyrinth of her soul, she follows the sparkling fireflies. They do not lead her home, only further down the path and she becomes more lost on the way.

Darkness drapes around her, embracing her like a lover, but she shrugs if off, tells it to go to hell, and calls out to the dogs of war to keep it at bay. Darkness battles the canines of conflict until they settle on a stalemate, retreating to their home turf and watching the girl on the path.

She grows stronger, though with each step she is more lost than ever before. In time, she embraces her confusion until it becomes her own and then she is no longer lost, but simply a perpetual traveler, loose change from a thousand worlds jingling in her pockets. Shoes of errant muses protect her feet from the shards of uncertainty and the stones of doubt. Erstwhile Fates give her lodging along the endless stone bridge. She feasts on the bread of knowledgeable atmosphere buttered with hope and daydreams. She takes hardtack and honey when she goes and before lunchtime she has wandered to the edge of craftwork slumber and rests.