It's late at night, and you're sitting in the attic beside the window, reading to yourself. A lone light hangs above your head. Suddenly, you hear a soft chittering, and from the shadows crawls a girl. She has white-ish skin lined with soft feathers, with wings that are folded behind her back, mottled in shades of white, grey, and brown. Feathery antennae protrude from underneath her curly white hair, and her eyes are dark and wide with curiosity. She has four slender, spindly arms with clawed hands, and her slim, curvaceous build is ethereal to behold. She's a moth-girl. "The light," she says hesitantly. "C-Can I.... can we share?"