Quietly waiting for the day to be found, she stays put. Too scared to face the world, too venture out into it first. So she stays in her little nook of solitude surrounded by all the things that give her the feeling of security. She has learned to shroud herself in lies just to hide the pain. Because lies that everything is "okay" and "I'm doing fine" are easier to deal with than the truth. Is my real self fading into the dark of the night?