In the wilderness of Nata, the wind blows gently, rolling up the fragrance of the dead leaves and purple flowers, and also awakens Chaska’s sleeping power. She is like a silent flower, quietly blooming in the wind.

The fragments, fragments and crystals of the free turquoise are like her bones, solid and transparent layer by layer; the tender sharp teeth, the experienced teeth, and the sharp teeth of the overlord are her edges and edges, the pain and sharpness of growth.

The gift book of “Dispute” teaches her to listen to the language of the wind with her heart; guides her to find the direction in the wind; philosophy is her state of mind for dialogue with the wind, deep and broad.

The silk feathers are like feathers in the wind, soft but powerful; the crown of wisdom is the symbol of her wisdom, shining with eternal light. Her exclusive weapon “the red feathers of the starry sky vulture” carries the power of the wind and her dreams.

Every breakthrough is like the blooming of petals. Mora is the soil that nourishes her. The deep and entangled gaze and the purple flowers of dead leaves are the marks on her growth path, witnessing every step of her growth in the wind.

Chaska blooms in the wind, like a gentle poem, gently telling the tenacity and beauty of life.