If anyone understood loneliness, the moon would.

How much do you trade to defeat lonesomeness?

There were also drawings of the creatures who live inside - how they eat, how they move, how they mate - because people forget about creatures who live in shells.

Sometimes she heard night-sounds she didn’t know or jumped from lightning too close, but whenever she stumbled, it was the land who caught her. Until at last, at some unclaimed moment, the heart-pain seeped away like water into sand. Still there, but deep. Kya laid her hand upon the breathing, wet earth, and the marsh became her mother.

Loneliness has a compass all its own.