Anaconda

She feels barely existing amongst her people as nobody really sees through her...beyond the steady and emotionless mask she puts on her face hiding her glittering eyes.

As faith puts a magic end to the sufferings of lone people like her, it arranged a meeting for her with somebody, that can be anybody, and turns to become everybody in her unreal life.

Everybody has a secret garden where he enjoys playing and spending good times away from nasty nosy eyes..she's got a world of her own...a box...

A box can be any box, like everybody’s box...but with this special friend’s letters...the box is golden and so dear to her heart...she reads his letters over and over...she learns them by heart like holy texts...she is somewhat proud of her magic box, of her magic friend..who turns into a father when she needs guidance, a mother when she longs for tenderness, a sister when she wants to tease and confess and a brother when she needs protection.

Her friend in her imagination is a large comforting smile...he is a truthful and warm heart...he is a protective arm...he is a shoulder on which she puts her head when the world is unjust towards her...even if she feels too strong to be shaken by the unjustice around...

With this friend in her life, she feels like she had a treasure under her pillow... He is a wingless angel, who looks like everybody but is not at all like anybody.