I remember when I was truly a goddess.
Garbed in her only attire, a regal white dress with red boots and gloves and a collar, Makuna, wondered the dark and rocky path with the demeanor of someone who had places to go and business to settle. In truth, she was only traveling aimlessly with the puffed up ambition of her eighteen-year-old self driving her further into the unknown parts of a world few could proudly call home: the Dark Celestial Spirit World. Her hair was so much longer but tired back into a low ponytail. Other than that, there was little difference between her nineteen-year-old self and her eighteen-year-old self.