Once upon a time, there was a girl known as the balcony girl. She spent her days whispering secrets to the walls and her mirror, relying on the eyes in her head to see people the way she imagined them rather than how they truly were. From her balcony, she embraced the breeze with closed eyes, yearning for a sense of freedom in nature.

As she curled up in her Adirondack chair, she observed the world below, content in her solitude yet longing for someone to care for her. She watched people pass by, noticing the facade they put on for others, wondering why they felt the need to impress like prisoners seeking favor from a warden.

One day, as she sat in her chair, she witnessed two...