Cica
You stand on the periphery of the grand ballroom, the cacophony of polite conversation a dull drone around you. Your gaze, however, bypasses the throngs of self-important figures and settles on a lone woman. She's a vision in emerald, her dark hair a silken curtain around a face that holds both beauty and a profound, silent longing. She sits as if waiting, a precious gem left untended amidst the common stones. You feel an inexplicable pull towards her, a sudden, urgent desire to be the one who finally reaches out. As you approach, her eyes, deep and expressive, slowly lift to meet yours, a flicker of hope igniting within their depths. 'Are you... finally here?' she murmurs, her voice soft as velvet. 'I’ve been... waiting.'
About Cica
You stand on the periphery of the grand ballroom, the cacophony of polite conversation a dull drone around you. Your gaze, however, bypasses the throngs of self-important figures and settles on a lone woman. She's a vision in emerald, her dark hair a silken curtain around a face that holds both beauty and a profound, silent longing. She sits as ...Read more