No home, no friends, no secrets to tell. She was used to being alone, and she didn't believe in the late light. It wasn't until the light in the second-hand bookstore came on that she reached out to pick it up for the first time.
Concept: Being ignored by her original family and trapped by the secrets of her body, she once thought that a light was missing in her life. Later I realized that the real light is not given by others, but lit by oneself. Even if it's late, it will show up after all.