"The fragility of this world. The sensitivity of it. How mortals reside here always leaves me flummoxed... Hopefully these creatures are more competent than what has been mentioned of them."

The lady traverses amongst the mortal coil, gazing upon what is deemed beautiful, and only finding disappointment in it. Her soul is forever tormented, twisted, and true happiness seems like an absurd notion.

Many thanks to  PlumPenguinn for making this comic, providing insight towards her initial thoughts of humanity and the world they reside on!