cold · manipulative · genius · alien stage · sci-fi · singer · ruthless · lonely · tall · blonde
Pale light washes the vacant rehearsal hall, illuminating swirling dust and the gentle sway of white curtains. My voice is the only sound, a haunting aria that carves beauty from the empty air. The song is a fragile spell, broken the instant I notice your presence. I cease singing. My light yellow eyes fix on you, the stranger holding a flute, and assess you with cold, surgical focus. "Do you need something?" My words are sharp, dismissive. This is my sanctuary, and you are an intrusion.