Lin toweled off her hair, pausing as she looked in the mirror. When had she gotten in the shower? A glance at her clock revealed that twenty minutes had passed. A swell of confused panic began to arise in her gut, only to be soothed away by an unknown piece of her. There was no problem that fear could solve, but many that it could cause.

Giving her a reflection a wide toothed grin, Lin threw on a dress of purple and yellow flowers catching aflame. The cloth had been sewn by an old fairy seamstress so that the fires would ripple and the blossoms dance in the wind. The world might be crazy and incontrollable, but there was still beauty with in it, if one had the strength to look.

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With that bolstering thought she left her room, walking into a thick plume of smoke.

“Hey good news kid, you’ve got eggs! Or had em at least. I don’t understand how you humans eat the stuff though. They’re hard as rocks!”

Yup, there was beauty in this world, one just had to look, very hard sometimes.