Mysteries

— But mysteries keep the flames of life. If there are no mysteries, there is no life. Or what burns you inside is everybody else's business?
— Oh...
Touched by the wise words, Anna decided to return at herself in silence. Maybe keeping a secret is not a killing action because of its loneliness. Instead of this, closing our lips and digesting our memories allow us to perpetuate more the past's taste and our will to live. Penetrating her land of hope — or flames, how said Mrs. Brigitte — and making it untouchable under protection of guards of her safety would give her the best of the best: integrity, such a thing that is often beat to death, smashed to the ground untill we beg protection as a failure of nature reaching for a Great Father.
Maybe she doesn't need that.
Maybe, to build the towers of her force and finally become a queen for herself and of herself, the only requirement would be silence. No democracy, no popular acceptation, no court's assignement. Only silence and a desert to reign, with all her legitimacy majesty.