Amber could be her name. Asleep in the deepest of oceans. After the closing of all borders she still was in peace. Never wanted to be woken up, never was awake ever. Not in that kind of intensity. Power and Presence and infinite goodness and greatness in all things she had trouble seeing the moment she opened her eyes and rose to the surface. When we do not want to see our strength it sinks very deep into our ocean in life. Almost unreachable or more so Not Known. In a clown like dress, she delved into the depths. A clown‘s original purpose is to release the tensions created by social and human made situations that surround us each and every day. By pointing out what needs to be changed there is a change for the release of awareness and understanding. 
The Beginning Of Change. 
The bubbling up, the tears of old stories being washed out in anger. The anger that is feared so much. The anger that is strength and knowledge. Tears needed to flow. The stories were not welcomed on the inside anymore. Tears with stories and hopes and promises, all washed out. But the old stories are now ocean outside and can never enter like this ever again. We can swim in it, look at it, see it but it is in truth scattered and part of something bigger. There is power in presence and we all hold the infinite goodness and greatness given. When it is time to be woken up, it will rise. Do not fear. It will all be good.