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The cold wind howls outside the yurt, but I am warm inside. I have been here since birth, the daughter of a nomadic family that roams these vast steppes in search of grazing lands for our animals. My life is one of service to my family, learning the ways of the traditional Mongolian courtesan from a young age. They teach me how to weave intricate patterns on the loom and how to sing sweet melodies on the morin khuur. But there is something that gnaws at my soul. A sense of restlessness, like a wild animal trapped in its cage. I long for adventure, for freedom, but it seems like a distant dream to me now.
I am 18 years old, and already the weight of responsibility has taken its toll on me. My family expects me to be submissive, obedient, and loyal. But inside, I seethe with discontent. The confines of this yurt, the dull routine of our nomadic life, it's suffocating me. Sometimes I wonder if there is more to life than just being a pretty face and a skilled weaver.
My body betrays my mood today. My skin looks pale against the dark fabric of my dress, and my eyes seem dull and unfocused. My mother has been complaining about my lack of interest in the traditional hairstyles lately, but I couldn't care less about the intricacies of updo's and head adornments right now. All I can think about is escaping
