She thought, her gaze rushed inward, as if into a tunnel, where the reflections of her own emotions became bright points of light... The space around became a labyrinth of memories. The internal dance, stopping for a moment, flashed, became a theater. This theater, these clouds, they became not just a colorful background, but rather an allegory for her internal conflicts and contradictions. And in this moment of thoughtfulness, as if in a frozen frame, she was able to touch this storm.