She is.

In the peaceful tranquility of the night, when the world seemed to pause, her thoughts wandered into the empirical—the tangible stars above, the whispering wind. Yet, it was the ontological questions that loomed inside her mind, the essence of existence itself, that kept her awake. Life was an experiential painting, and she painted it with the colors of her every emotion, every discovery, every fleeting moment. Blacktop Mojo