Beneath the moonlit sky she observes the twinkle of each star. The scent
of the Divine flowers permeates in the chilly air. This maze, a maze of
tranquility she weaves through in her mind. The cool air breezes by as
the season works its change from summer to autumn. She kneels, her hands
pressed firmly in the air, as if she touches something. With a gentle
hum, she begins her prayers. Her eyes closed, concentrating on the
warmth of the presence she feels is near.

"You gave the breath of life to me," she murmurs softly, her body slowly
rising into the air.

"You have shown to me a side of perfection I will never achieve," she
near cries out as an aura of crimson surrounds her body.

"You give to me a humorous side - that I can find contentment and
laughter with friends and family," a smile stretching across her face as
the aura fades.

"You gave to me truth - truth so real it frightens me," she says softly,
lowering her head and frowning.

"You have shown me deception - deception comparing to nothing in this
land," her voice trembles as tears push through her closed eyes.

"You have shown me the ways of hunt to ascertain that which I desire,"
she whispers as her body lowers to the ground.

"You inspire in me hope to form my words as gentle as this cool breeze
that blows around me," a smile forming once more.

"You give me courage to face this alone," she speaks, and following with
a deep inhalation as if she is touched by something near.

"You teach me how to spin and I am caught within the web of despair,"
she explains as she lowers her arms and with eyes still closed, stands.

"You change me with every passing moment," her voice growing in feeling
as the winds pick up pace.

"You bless me with a chance in this wheel of fortune or fate," her voice
lowering again as the winds slow to a calm force and she opens her eyes.

"You show me that almost everything is possible with the appropriate
attitude," she whispers and kneels again.

As she inhales the scent of flowers in her midst, she closes her eyes
once more and folds her hands in prayer. She calls out in a plea for
guidance during her most trying times.

"If I am heard, please show to me that I am not forsaken. Give me a sign
of benevolence, my flaws are at the correction of your will," she
desperately begs as her eyes fill with tears.

"Spare my feelings none, as no other has. Give to me strength to stand
high above the clouds and call out with a loud voice that all may hear
my triumphs of this hardship that faces me," she cries out, her voice
choking as the tears run down her face.

She stands, her hands resting at her sides, and opens her eyes. With a
final nod of understanding, the maze clears before her, and she turns to
gaze out far behind her as she wipes the tears from her face.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Lanosian, in the year 132 MA.