The laughing female human with raven tresses has thrust me into this puny tree in this too brightly lit realm called The Haven, insisting that her tall male companion capture this likeness of me. He looks vaguely familiar, perhaps one of those shallow youths who refer to themselves as a “fanboy?” Ah, now he subdues her with obvious mating intentions under some green leafy plant suspended from the ceiling, pressing his eager lips to hers while she feigns a struggle. These humans and their holidays. Such sentiment.