Seated in a comfortable chair while the rich behave whimsically all around her, it’s just not enough – she dreams of better days. The grey serpent offers a dark red glass, but she already has a black one in hand – should she trade emptiness now for a bloody promise of the moon? Mythic Kokoino Kounty’s lopsided crescent beckons. What other moons are out today? What shadows do they fail to cast upon you?

Move on, move on; this comfort is a trap. You will do nothing if you stay here. Or you could get out of that little bubble of superiority and join the indoor croquet game. Break a few windows, have some fun, find a way out from behind the comfortable bars. Wonderland is getting to be a tiresome place.

The seeds of discontent lie in happiness.