Whenever she steps out into the world, that woman often becomes an invisible being she gets shoved around and stepped on… and when she gets mixed amongst the crowd… I don’t thin she is visible to other people that’s why that woman hides in her room, her small room feels cozy to her like a cage feels cozy to a bird with a broken wing. And in that room … she can breathe freely. She’s never dreamed of the world outside, or missed the world out there. at least until now… at least until now…