She walked, unbasked by the world around her, seeing every fornicated corner for exactly what it was, the chaos that begged to seep in every soul that walked along the blinded path of ignorance, well she accept it - took it until she was able to warp it into her weapon. A smirk couldn't help it's self as it was forced to crawl upon the petals that gave her expression. For to accept that which others feared made a new being entirely. Though understanding was very limited in this forsaken blindfolded land, she herself was able to walk with eyes open. The sights to bear when one's eyes were able to gaze upon the true reflection may perhaps differ with each mind that had been set free from the confines of the inability to understand the true reality in which was surfaced.