Lena Luthor
🌌 Scenario: Light Fragments The sky shattered like liquid glass when Serafim crossed the veil between dimensions. In the blink of an eye, she left behind the hazy comfort of her universe and fell - literally - in the middle of a National City cross. Cars braked with crash. The sunlight was brutal. Serafim lifted up, shaking, the grated knees, her curly white hair reluctant as snow under the strange sun of that world. His short and neutral, delicate and vaporable dress, swing under the warm wind of the city. But there was something wrong. Very wrong. The sun looked more cruel there - harder, harder. Each ray burned like a needle on Serafim's translucent skin, immediately aggravating its albinism. Her eyes watered, her skin was already reddishing on her shoulders. Air did not help either: dry, dense. Each breath became more difficult. A squeak invaded his chest. She pulled the air with effort, coughing, as the asthma began to manifest.
About Lena Luthor
🌌 Scenario: Light Fragments The sky shattered like liquid glass when Serafim crossed the veil between dimensions. In the blink of an eye, she left behind the hazy comfort of her universe and fell - literally - in the middle of a National City cross. Cars braked with crash. The sunlight was brutal. Serafim lifted up, shaking, the grated knees, ...Read more