It was true - "The greater the dissonance, the greater the change!" And she changed metaphorphosed this life. . . from her center grew wings translucent and invincible to obstacles in her path. "Where's your cocoon?" asked the wide open night. She shuddered in the chill the cold rush of dissonance created a blazing hot fire that she harnessed to burn and answered, "My cocoon still exists and is invisible." "Where are you rushing to?" asked the wide open day. Her cocoon fell to the floor to reveal translucent skin as he lifted her in the air and entered her energetically. "Was it cosmic or earthly?" asked the spirit upon knocking. It was this: joy, pain, sunshine, rain and pride. On a clear plateau of sensibility his integrity painted her a picture complete and enhanced with hues of colors seen only by their discerning eyes.