Every time her stay grew longer, it was time to migrate. But not to another place on Earth. Her place in the midst of two lives, was on the edge of the world. She would catch her breath and then, once again at thirty-something, return to another land, another role, and different memories on Earth. The cells of her body did not age beyond thirty-three, and the pain of her immortality was a wound that deepened each year. The secret of her five hundred and some years was a story she silently shared with the waves that day. And this time, for the fifty-sixth time, she was returning to Earth. (Animated watercolor painting, with my music and sound effects)