There is a girl who lives on the moon. She is alone and all is quiet and still, except for the volume and violence in her head. Guilt, shame, fear, keep her from life and experience, from pain and hurt and happiness. On screens, the lives that could have been play out. The lives of (3) children without the benefit of her, without soul or spirit, hollow husks, automations dulled and protected from the extremes of emotion and experience, destined for a life in shades of gray and full of inevitable sorrow. This is her purgatory, forever watching the suffering of her other selves. She is unable to change under her own influence. In this her path is set. In this she is immortal. Also there is a talking owl friend.