She was cradled by life, and the earth, existence, and the folds and fabrics of space and time itself. She was in the center of north, south, east, and west, between the layers of Ukhu Pacha, Kay Pacha, and Hannan Pacha. She glided on the air and floated on the sea and was buried in the soil. She was everything, and she was nothing; she was no one, and she was everyone. It felt like coming home.
