Even The Rats Comfort Her

Unlike many, she's happy, happy that living beings are in our house that's she's able to interact with. That she's able to see and smile at.

The little mouseys roam all in her home, but she's not mad at their presence. She's happy knowing something usually unwanted can be welcome by her. That her welcoming the unwelcoming makes her happy.

Because deep down inside she knew she was unwelcome. That there was no place made for her other than the temple she wants to create.

She wants to save the impossible because she was impossible to love.