She journeyed into books and found they were just the tip of the iceberg. Her attempts at destroying herself had all failed; the hurricane had swept over her and through her, and amid the destruction a calm had touched her, and she knew she would be safe.
She watched in one ethereal moment as the physics came together in her mind and the pattern of the raindrops made a sense perfect to her understanding. Here, there was pattern within no pattern. Here, there was purpose.
here.
