But, one day, J16292 noticed something in that grey heap. It was small, but big enough to make J16292 Helene Perchov, again. You see, Helene had found a miniscule piece of Sheer Will.
Sheer Will made her dance, though nobody watched. Sheer Will made her smile, though nations didn’t bow. But, most miraculous of all, with a flick of her wrist, wars stopped.
Helene’s nose was still bent, and her hair shorn, but she had found beauty. Ha, she had found beauty where there was none.