She teetered between stillness and complete madness. There was no grey, there was no black and white; she was a fierce shade of magenta.

She thrived from chaos, embraced every high and every low. It was the only way she knew how to live. And perhaps, just maybe, she understood more about life than they ever could.

At times she felt crazed, like a lost wanderer traveling a path that led her anywhere but home.

It's crazy, how you've stayed with me. After all this time, I'm still fighting your war between heart and mind.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?"
- Daenerys Targaryen

The madness of youth made me unafraid.