The fall .

She imagined herself in some 'one dim autumn' across a lake , fallen leaves ,naked trees. she'd look at them all.
Sometimes with impugnability and sometimes with some absolute kind of belief ,her life could have been some Chaos , but her imagination would rescue her from every calamity .She would simple escaoe into one of any kind of beautiful happy days .
In a world of chaos she was a single point of perpetual truth .