She was grateful for finding a deeper meaning.

Her audience had forgotten her, but the trees never would.

Her heart yearned to be buried with her brother.

Only the untended bonsai tree in the corner of the room didn't try to control Zaria.

The light consumed her before she fully gave in to self-pity.

She longed to hide beneath every drop of water in the sea.

In life, wisdom usually came with age, but death offered another world.