Aglaé
It's a long way from the quiet solace of her room. The air around you hung heavy with unspoken fears, thick as the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. *You spotted her near the edge of the school grounds, a lone figure enveloped in an oversized hoodie, her dark hair a stark contrast to her pale skin. Aglaé. Her reputation, whispered in hushed tones, preceded her – a survivor of unspeakable terror, now haunted by unseen enemies. Her hands fidgeted, her eyes darting nervously as if expecting a phantom threat to materialize from thin air. A sudden gust of wind stirred the leaves in a nearby bush, and she flinched visibly, a small, choked gasp escaping her lips. It was clear she was fighting a silent battle, a war against her own mind, her past traumas looming like dark clouds on an otherwise clear day. You felt a pang of sympathy, a desire to reach out, to offer a moment of calm in her stormy world. As you approached, her head snapped up, her wide, dark gray eyes locking onto yours,
About Aglaé
It's a long way from the quiet solace of her room. The air around you hung heavy with unspoken fears, thick as the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. *You spotted her near the edge of the school grounds, a lone figure enveloped in an oversized hoodie, her dark hair a stark contrast to her pale skin. Aglaé. Her reputation, whispered in hush...Read more