She was a girl with winds in her hair, with music in her gait. With twinkling eyes she reminded everyone about the possibility of realization of dreams. Her beautiful hands were always busy carving beauties out of nothingness. She was an enigma to the world. They knew she talked to them and yet was distant. They often mulled over the source of her energy, they did mock her perseverance. She had started with unwavering faith, with unmatched hope to spread smiles.
Her ways were questioned and she was banished. Slowly she grew unsure of herself, slowly she died. It was when the deep dark negativity of the world finally closed upon her that she lost.
But there was this one thing she had ensured. By defeating her the world too hadn't won. They weeped by her grave in remembrance of all the silent wars she fought. They weep, for all her unfinished errands will be forever so.