I never associated myself with any of the characters I read about or watched movies about, but imagined my own and tried to fit it into an existing narrative... Finally, having settled on one of them, I've written 'something' that I have no right to publish without the permission of the author of the original series of novels. Hundreds of fanfictions have already been written on them - you would have known this story from the very first page. They have always caused me bouts of depression, which may seem strange to many, and that is why they were taken as a basis. The new character introduced into it has probably been created dozens of times. What she was like in other stories, I do not know; in mine, it's me, because my story is not so much fanfiction as self-reflection, which I needed so much at that moment (and from an official point of view, adaptation). Not considering my work so wonderful as to bother anyone with it, but taking into account the huge amount of time and effort I've spent on its creation, I've decided to spend a little more and write an essay on it (if one can call it that), in which I would sort out the idea, the reason for its occurrence and the form of its embodiment.