There is a girl who lives on the moon. She is alone and all is quiet and still, except for the volume and violence inside her head. Guilt, shame, fear, keep her at a distance from life, and experience, from pain and hurt and happiness. On screens, the lives that could have been are played out, the fate of (3) children without the benefit of her, without soul or spirit, a hollow husk, automations dulled and protected from the extremes of emotion and experience, and destined for a life full of shades of gray and inevitable sorrow. This is her purgatory, forever watching, on repeat, the suffering of her other selves, knowing that her interference would change their lives, unsure if it would be for the better or the worse. She is unable to change under her own influence. In this her path is set. In this she is immortal.