The land and sky are impossible to differentiate; no horizon in between. A lost hunter at the lost border, the compass in her hands pointing to the north, she is walking back east, faintly and quietly, thousand miles she has to go.
A piece of silver shine mirror in the center of the lost border reflecting the plays of her life. She saw herself in a silvery tall mirage, standing at the bedroom window, with blank gaze, she cries to the open ground. The infinite journey - she stops and dives thousand feet from the cliff. The plays go back to her childhood; she is a smart and loved child.
At the lost border, her affectionate feeling detach from reality, there is where she found her truthful self.
