About Me: Sorry, but I haven't yet shared the information about myself that would typically display here. Check back later to see if that changes, or if I instead choose to remain an enigma.

Poor Lylian. All she ever wanted from life was to feel loved, to live a semi-normal life. Instead, her parents commit her to a mental hospital where heavy doses of medication suppress her reality-bending, overactive imagination. See what happens when she's left to her own devices? She makes grass grow and flowers bloom through solid concrete. Bob, her self-sewn teddy bear, comes to life, lurching around the small cell like some sort of twisted wind-up doll. Except that he's perfectly capable of acting on his own.

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