Some people revel in the sensory calm that isolation can bring, and the creativity it can bring to life. For Jasmin, being alone was her worst nightmare. With nothing to do and no one to talk to, her deepest fears clawed at the base of her throat and buried themselves in her chest, quickening the gentle thud of her heart. Shutting out the plague of white, she drifted into a world of her own, memories dancing with fantasies until the line between them was blurred. She took solace in her imagination; a transient fortress that only she could enter. Escaping reality was the easy part. There was only so long she could hide before life started breaking down her walls.