She has a name, but somehow it was so forgettable. Which was odd, because everything about her stood starkly against the circus of people, patterns, and things. Her body was carved from diamond – every glance saw through her, but couldn’t touch the furiously beating heart - so organic in comparison to the clockwork that ticked in her brain. Her gait wrung pride, her hands fumbled modestly, and countenance darkened with a contemplation no one could read. All one could glean from this strange and displaced creature was that she was a monstrosity. She appeared human, but her very existence screamed of the taboo. There was no other definition that encompassed this persona. This was her calling – to explore Pandora’s box to see what is hidden from others. She keeps each secret she collects stitched on her heart, the one no one can touch through her diamond exterior. There, she learns what the world truly is behind the mask.