The call. Generations of ideas that need to be challenged, layers of standards of civilisation, that cover the primal sense of one's own discovery.
Only in the dissolution into the naked truth one can understand the next steps of the journey.
Only in her own silence, still trembling, she opened the door. Against the fear, against the plummet, she walked in.
And she waited, still, as the air around her started to be sparkling in her own warmth.
