Atlus’ ancient booming, reptilian voice reverberated off the walls of her psyche, “Be both a chameleon and an alchemist.” Behind her eyes, sparkling memories of a simpler time welled up, memories of freshwater. For the first time Claire felt as if she were remembering her youth; days when she was deeply alive. The sheer potency of sentimental feeling released upon reflection of her blissful, unsullied optimism and distilled, energetic nature was unmatched. It all glistened with brilliant purity, causing the colors of her present reality to pop and vibrate. In this breath, she unearthed a mine’s worth of understanding. She began accessing her pneuma just as she would during her interpretive dancing. Expression and action fuse, understanding bends to formidable imagination to make colors taste just right, sounds look sensational and smells ring clear. Time jolted along, movement meditated, and from then on shadowy doubt ceased to dim her newfangled synergistic mental concoction. Claire’s consuming obligations melted away. All accumulated experience remained on record, accessible if needed, but no longer of any particular use. Claire was renewed. This wave of freshwater life rose within her. “I am all, all that is. There is nothing to be, nothing to do, nothing to achieve. One must simply be.