Feenja
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Member of the wasteland collective. Novice of Visionary representation.
"No one is really alone, trust me."
"I can see it in your eyes, an idea of what happened and of what could happen to you."
"It's noiseless but I hear it. It's numbing but I feel it. It's odorless but I smell it, it's invisible but I see it. It's nowhere and everywhere. Sometimes - maybe - I should follow its call. It could be a great adventure."
"Where am I? Never mind! Who am I? It doesn't matter. Who else is there? That's more interesting. What's going on here? That's what matters."
Feenja followed an inner (?) call and suddenly woke up in a strange environment. Confused at first, with no memories. But it didn't matter. Instinctively, she knew how to survive.
The young woman with the striking hair slowly remembered fragments of her former life. It didn't seem so much different from now. Many years of struggling and surviving in different landscapes and under various circumstances. Much without company, but also with someone around from time to time.
Feenja knows her way to survive and intends to help others to survive as well. Feenja is convinced everything else will show as soon as she follows her quest. And the lively impressions and tales of her experiences so far amaze many listeners.