She awakened in the dusk to find a quilt of trust covering her body. Its stitches were her memories, and its stains were her joys. She loved the quilt.
Someone eventually took away her quilt from her. Now it was just she and the privilege of a moving time continuum.
Infinity scared her, a tear dropped to her cheek.
The heart (that ) she carried around with her (everywhere) started screaming. It was time for it to be fed. She could no longer feed her heart, so she killed it and ate it.