Everything is deeper than what it seems. There are levels to everything. To the way in which you talk, the way in which you react, the reason for why you chose the path you walk. Nothing can be simply taken for what it is, as the matrix of underlying implications are an amalgam of actions and reactions that have compounded to create the result you bare witness to.
So when someone tells you they don't like you, or they aren't going to make it to the party, or they don't want to hang out, maybe there are symbiotic factors of coincidence that have come together to form the end result. The great algorithm from beyond that seeps through daily routine and predetermines decisions and actions. The overseeing mathematical theorem which dictates the laws of physics and time. These numbers make up every inch of our bones. We are simply a projection of the universe experiencing itself. A deep eternal cathartic roller coaster which bends and turns, and swings and dips, with peaks and troughs. Relentless shifting through the temporary and the perpetual barrage of change.
With this all in scope, all we can do is enjoy the little things in life. The finer details. To stop, pause, and absorb the nuances of everyday activities that make up what this is. Yaoyao is just that. An intricate and layered being that has been molded by the universe. Elegantly refined and defiantly inked, she bleeds with depth. Just as the algorithm which determines everything within our reality, we cannot truly understand everything of her at first glance. And quite possibly, will never understand it. All one can do is appreciate the solidified smile that seers deeply in each image. Eyes rested, skin immaculate, perfection plausible. The dragon that curls around her spine marks her inner workings. But even if you think you see, your vision can never be validated. Embrace the enigma, and relish in the gift of the unknown.