They call her lost, they call her strange,
A mind that bends, a world deranged.
She speaks of colors they can’t see,
Of shifting shapes that set her free.

Through fractal visions, uniquely clear,
She sees the truth that others fear.
A realm unfolds, alive and raw
And it calls her, without a flaw.

For in her neurodivergent grace,
She holds the key to a boundless space.
While others sleep in dreams so pale,
She awakens in Nala, beyond the veil.