When you are in pain, you are tired, the rain is constantly rustling outside the window, remember that everything is in your hands, and you can still become who I am - the one who walks on her own... After all, I am not so much from I’m different from you, except that my eyes are amber, cat-like. And they look at me like I’m a tasty morsel... Well, I don’t forbid it, these are their problems, and the problems are very large. Do you want the same?.. I am open. Isis alone did not lift her veils. I don’t remember why, after she married Osiris, we don’t see each other often... My name is Bastet. But recently they call it Estela. I ran away from home - in the best traditions of a stray cat! I ran away and am hiding, living my own or someone else’s life. In St. Petersburg. It's cloudy here and lacks the native desert heat... Quiet! Do you hear the sandy rustle? Just like in the good old days - the Red Terror is on his heels. Set, the donkey-headed storm lord. Are you really asking for a battle again?.. So you see, it remains to be seen who is luckier - you or me...