The wind always blows gently, taking away the dust and bringing new hope. Chaska is the child of the wind. There is no grand story of her growth, only the bits and pieces accumulated quietly. The fragments and crystals of the free turquoise are like the warmth flowing quietly in time, supporting her to move forward step by step.
The withered purple lily is the leaf falling in the wind, carrying the mark of the season and the trace of growth. The sharpness of the animal teeth is the sharp blade of her battle and the edge of the wind. She uses these materials to slowly build up her strength and persistence.
The gift book of “Dispute” is the food of her soul. Teaching, guidance, and philosophy are like three keys that open a door in her heart. The silk feathers are as soft as feathers, but they carry tenacity and guard the wind and rain she has gone through.
The exclusive weapon “Red Feathers of the Starry Sky Vulture” carries the mysterious breath of the divine secret smoke, the refraction germ shines with light, and the sound of the whistle seems to whisper in the wind, accompanying her footsteps, telling endless stories.
Every breakthrough is like a flower blooming in the wind, which needs the nourishment of Mora’s rain. The deep and entangled gaze and the purple leaves are the contract between her and the land of Nata, and the witness of her growth.
Her growth is not earth-shattering, but only the whisper of the wind and the accumulation of time. Chaska is a child of the wind. She grows up slowly in the wind, with tranquility and tenacity, towards her future.