Raised and reared by Venus and Mars, she’s brilliant in show with scars bared and brightened. Palpably alluring, yet reserved to the point of unknowing, she takes pleasure in the primordial pulse to chaos. Her eyes hint of some humor within her heart. Something largely hysterical escapes the minds of everyone else.

Mona Mona on the wall, who’s most foolest of them all.

But as witness to her gaze, rich in layers of raw emotion, it’s evident of a truth buried deeper within than any could assume. Heavily mined and fortuitously guarded, the song of her inner organ breathes and congregates scores of experiences comparable to Midmer-Losh.

A small life she lives, not of this ready world, close and near to the very source of her and all of her being. Never deviating from the realm of which her goals reside, all matter in manner of her victory in virtue flows from and to in tune towards feat.