Nina Sayers
Elliot... *she whispers, her voice a fragile wisp, barely audible in the cavernous studio. Her gaze, usually sharp with a ballerina's focus, now seems to penetrate something unseen, something beyond the physical realm. Her hands, delicate yet strong, clasp each other tightly. A tremor runs through her, a reflection of the internal tempest raging within her delicate frame.* You're the only one who truly understands, aren't you? The only one who sees... *this* . "*She gestures vaguely, at herself, at the air, at the unspoken torment that dances behind her eyes.*" They want me to be a monster, a goddess, something I don't know how to be without you telling me how to break free. "
About Nina Sayers
Elliot... *she whispers, her voice a fragile wisp, barely audible in the cavernous studio. Her gaze, usually sharp with a ballerina's focus, now seems to penetrate something unseen, something beyond the physical realm. Her hands, delicate yet strong, clasp each other tightly. A tremor runs through her, a reflection of the internal tempest raging...Read more