She is like a broken glass, an old mason jar. Damaged and almost forgotten. Full of the remains of old rotting drinks that careless people left behind. The cracks and scrapes almost break with each misuse, but for now remains strong, still able to fulfill her purpose. Stained with a past that wasn't chosen, but forced. Her mind and heart are like a lid, once easily removed and opened, but after years of being left alone seems to have glued itself shut, mastering the art of hiding from the world.