She exists!
She can move, and think, and do three primitive mental actions but she doesn't know exactly what they are, and she could breath if there was air but there's not and that's okay it's just kind of itchy, and she can gulp down her sensory input: there's a wood-and-wicker structure rushing towards her, with fairies of unknown kinds looking at her and reaching out, but she's too far, falling past a wall of wood that suddenly fills her vision.
(No, she doesn't have a name. Why would you think that?)
And then an orange disk blooms in front of her, and the wooden tower rushes away to the side, and now she's falling horizontally over the orange ground and bushes and buildings. Oh, not falling, flying! That's a convenient instinct.