Zita — Companionship
I have been exploring using stories to describe the journey of a soul. This is a story I made for Zita.
In the middle of a lake, she appeared.
From the white seashell.
She was fond of water. She had no legs but a fishtail. She had wings but not hard enough to fly.
She was yearning for the moon.
Too tiny her wings, she could barely fly with it.
She enjoyed swimming in the lake but she wanted to go to the moon.
Her name is Zita. The wind told her name.
Zita had this very nature. She was persistent.
She went to the land and practiced using her wings every day. She worked hard because she believed that she could achieve her goal if she had practiced enough.
After a few months of practice, she could fly really high.
One day, she got to the moon.
On that moon, she found a group of rabbits.
In the end, she had not only found the place she had always yearning for but also found many good companions.
