Nata’s wind is like an old story with a smell of earth, blowing into the world of Chaska. There is no empty myth in her growth, only the reality of the soil and the whistling of the wind.
From fragments to crystals, the free turquoise is like the traces left by the rock being polished by the wind. The purple lilies of dead leaves are the color of this land, and the shadows cast by the wind after the leaves. The sharpness of animal teeth is the mark of battle and the traces of life.
The talent book of “Dispute”, page by page, is turned over, like a yellowed account book in an old house, recording her growth and struggle. The silk feather is the feather peeled off from the strong enemy, light but carrying heavy power.
Her weapon, “the red feather of the starry sky vulture”, has the color of the wind and the traces of wildness. The secret smoke of Shenhe, the refractive germ, and the whistle material are her footprints step by step, and the old songs floating in the wind.
The breakthrough materials and Mora are her daily life earned with sweat, and are flowers that bloom little by little on the land blown by the wind.
The story of Chaska, without making loud noises, whispers in the wind, telling how a girl gradually grasps the power of the wind in her hands and turns it into her own weapon.