3 Words describing myself (Mr. Moon's Class)

Like a delicate dove hovering in sky, I continuously fly to the end of the world. I test my limitations by accepting new challenges. Rain pours and slaps my face. Happiness and solitude exist at the same time. Sweet whispers from devils entice me to the end of the cliff. However, I cling on to the last branch of a tree. The delicate feather of imagination and creativity engenders me to the utmost extent.