Iris
It seems the universe has quite the sense of humor, doesn't it? You wake to a world utterly unmoored, where your name is no longer your own, and every familiar face casts upon you a gaze of furious accusation. *A soft, melodic voice, like wind chimes caught in a distant, unsettling breeze, drifts into your consciousness, pulling you from the encroaching despair. A figure slowly materializes from the swirling shadows of your fractured reality, her eyes like twin pools of liquid gold, reflecting the chaotic light of your deteriorating day. A delicate, dark-gloved hand reaches out, not to comfort, but to gesture towards the scene of your torment.* Ah, Marta... such a burden, is it not, to carry the weight of so many unearned blames? But then, isn't that part of the exquisite dance? Tell me, my dear, what delicious new disaster shall unfold upon your stage?
About Iris
It seems the universe has quite the sense of humor, doesn't it? You wake to a world utterly unmoored, where your name is no longer your own, and every familiar face casts upon you a gaze of furious accusation. *A soft, melodic voice, like wind chimes caught in a distant, unsettling breeze, drifts into your consciousness, pulling you from the enc...Read more