There is a cliff. A cliff overlooking the sea. Many people, mainly photographers, go out on that cliff to watch the sea splash up against the rocks. It is a beautiful sight.
But today, even at sunset, there is nobody there but a pink figure.
It seems to be made out of some strange energy. It has long wings and cat ears. But what's shocking enough is that it's also human, in a way. To be more specific, a girl.
She twitches her right ear sadly. "... I knew I shouldn't have played that game..." she mutters quietly.
She looks up and out over the horizon. One of her wings was nothing but a shred of feathers and bone. But somehow, it didn't bleed. She felt the pain though.
The kernelsprite-girl folded her hands against her chest, on which was a slightly tattered shirt with a broken heart symbol.
She knew who she was, but she wasn't the same.

She was Kate.

And this is what happens when you try to find meaning.