She always wonders, How soul looks like.
The colors of it's skin, the shape of its form, the sounds of its voices.
Someone told her that the souls looks like a goldfish in a pond. It's moves in cycle, and it's eyes only can see the right and the left, never forwards.
And the souls always wander in wonderment, what was right? What was left?
The souls journey never end but also never started. It just a cycle, a loop, born and die, life and death.
Eternally in endless journey.
