She stood up, her dark purple hair flowing carelessly in the wind. The surrounding area was lifeless and it was unlikely that anyone else was around; she told herself it didn’t matter.
Why was she here? She didn’t know, in-fact she didn’t need to know. Or rather didn’t want to.

Her residential area consisted of a small log cabin, nearby was what looked like an old castle, rational judgement leaded her to believe it was not suitable for living in. So she didn’t attempt to.

At least not until now.

One of the first things her eyes were met with was a large spacious library, which contained enough books to last several lifetimes. The books spoke about happiness, love, fear, misery, loneliness. All of which were foreign concepts to her. What does it mean to be lonely? She thought.
Before learning this she needed to learn how to understand.

“Ignorance is bliss”
These words floated around the back of her mind, like a vague memory.
She put the book she was reading down, and returned to her cabin.