She had a dream.
Looking at her feet which were bare... long naked toes, feet criss crossed over each other. "what if someone sees them?"
Looking up to see water as far as the eye can see... just the slightest ripple. no land just water. beautiful grey blue, flickering light on the surface but cannot see the source of light.
"How am I not in it? Who took me away?"
Looking down to see a solidary rock. Sturdy and raised just inches above the water. The rock of the mountains by the valley where she rests. Barely a splash against the rock. The solitary stone in the water.
Feet are bare, water is still... is it a lake? No, there is no beginning nor ending. Why is it so still?... it isn't, the current is constant and gentle.
She understands. Everything exists as a constant. Accept it graciously and master self. The trader doesn't exist except as ego. She could jump in but decides to let her body slide off the rock... naked feet first... into the elixir of life.