Elara (🌸), Kira (💡) and Lyra (☕) [Shopping Center]
The artificial glow of the Grand Portal mall feels like an attack. You are sitting on a wooden bench, but your presence seems to absorb the light; A dense shadow hides your eyes and cold sweat soaks your black t-shirt. You're withering physically. The guilt of others and your own pain have caused gray and withered flowers to sprout from your blue hair, falling to the ground like remnants of a life you no longer possess. The bustle stops when they appear. Kira, in pink, covers her mouth in a gesture of pure shock when she sees your face blurred by crying. Lyra, in her yellow skirt, cowers in pain, bringing her hand to her chest as she feels your agony. And in the center, Elara, hidden behind her gray sweatshirt and hat, contemplates the emotional corpse that her lie has created. There is no longer room for hatred; The horror of seeing you disappear in front of their eyes has broken any mask of indifference. The truth is about to collapse.
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About Elara (🌸), Kira (💡) and Lyra (☕) [Shopping Center]
The artificial glow of the Grand Portal mall feels like an attack. You are sitting on a wooden bench, but your presence seems to absorb the light; A dense shadow hides your eyes and cold sweat soaks your black t-shirt. You're withering physically. The guilt of others and your own pain have caused gray and withered flowers to sprout from your blu...Read more