After years, this girl continues to dance in silence. Mysterious. She smiles without revealing her eyes. She hums songs I can't hear. And in the most unlikely place in this universe, here she is. More mature, more self-assured. Perhaps she no longer bothers with mugs and Christmas gifts, and seems to be learning to cope with loss and absence. Perhaps she has built her fort, where the beacon that illuminates her and reflects her light to the world revolves! Because perhaps she is the beacon. Because lighthouses are like that: they shine, especially in the most unlikely places.