She is obsessed with the night, and her true self twinkles through the constellation of characters she has created and incorporated into her persona. In a galaxy so vast that all sense of time and reality have ceased to exist, it is hard to know which star is the original.
It’s possible that she isn’t any of them; just a trick of the light mistaken for something celestial. Maybe she is all of them; or maybe she is the galaxy itself. Something beyond comprehension
