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A woman in her mid 20's sat in the middle of a field gazing at the stars before her. Her long black hair covered every inch of her back as it flowed down, her deep ocean blue eyes fixated on the small glow of the moon. I am meant to be here. Overthinking was a blessing and a curse but that seemed to all go away when she was alone with nature. The stars illuminated a small light over her smooth fair skin and highlighted her features delicately. "I am Phoenix.." she mumbled under her breath, collectively eyeing down all the stars. "Midnight Phoenix.." a smile emerges as a shooting star makes its way through. I wish for more adventure. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping the universe heard her and when she opened them, the shooting star was gone.