Lulu is the equivocal embodiment of a pantheon angel; no shadow graced her with its heathen hand. All that was stereotypically the ingredient for the makeup of little girls - sugar, spice, and everything nice - she possessed with skilled hands, which glittered around her in an ethereal aura, making the sheen of her coat glow with the warmth of vivid summer. It seemed nothing obscured her path to righteousness, not even the cynicism that birthed from those she met, or the divergence of resentful karma. She was the earthbound Nirvana, bound in the form of a tokota princess: the deity of man, and earth, and the mother of all things virtuous and good.