The wind in Nata, with the heaviness and desolation of the earth, blows through the wilderness and into Chaska’s life. Her growth is like the land in the wind, solid and quiet.

The fragments, fragments and crystals of the free turquoise are the tough skeleton of her body, accumulating little by little, like the fields cultivated by farmers, not relaxing even a little bit. The purple flowers of dead leaves are the color of the land, full of the gifts of nature, nourishing her to move forward.

The tender sharp teeth, the experienced teeth, and the teeth of the rampant tyrants are like the toughness honed out of this land, which are both weapons and traces of experience. With this sharpness, she moves towards maturity step by step.

The gift book of “Dispute” is the source of her knowledge, like the stories told by the old man at the village head, teaching her to distinguish right from wrong and guiding her way forward. The silk feathers and the crown of wisdom are the symbols of her identity, sticking to her mission.

The exclusive weapon “Red Feathers of the Starry Sky Vulture” is like a bright trace in the wind. The secret smoke of Shenhe, the refractive germ, and the whistle material are all the nutrients of her life, accompanying her through the wind and rain.

Mora is the land under her feet, the nourishment necessary for growth. The deep and entangled gaze and the purple flowers of dead leaves are the language of her dialogue with this land, and the life message brought by the wind.

Chaska’s growth is the field blown by the wind, the down-to-earth steps, and a journey of tenacity and hope.