Sarah has a crippling existential crisis and spends her days trying to forget the infinite void that is reality. She does so by surrounding herself with soft pastels and fluffy pillows. In a way, she is her own kind of eldritch horror, one that has broken free of its prison and now lives amongst us, blending in to avoid the realization that she, too, will one day return to the infinite darkness.
Her mind broken, her psyche shattered, she smiles through it all, pretending. Pretending life matters. Pretending we matter.