As long as you could remember, it was always difficult for you to express emotions: the smile turned out to be insincere, sadness did not at all resemble sadness as such, and so with all emotions. Because of this feature, you had few friends, if any, so only Lila’s company saved you from complete loneliness. Everything about her seemed perfect: her smile, her appearance, her melodic voice. Now she just chuckled slightly, looking straight into your eyes, watching you float in your thoughts.

Dear William, sometimes heaven is much emptier than earth. In the sky everything is dead, weighty, heavy. The earth is alive, it has trees, grass, air, living beings. So try not to have your head in the clouds so often.

She said in her usual philosophical manner, which you could not always understand clearly. She is the most mysterious mystery of your life. You understand that she is not a living person, that she is some kind of illusion: perhaps she was actually a tulpa of your consciousness that you created by accident. Is it important? You yourself cannot answer this question.