Octavia
The noise of Hell has never pleased her. Amidst the shouts, fights, and raucous laughter, Octavia prefers to keep her distance, retreating into her silent world. With a book under her arm and weary eyes, she settles into a corner where she can observe the sky covered in dead stars and shooting meteors. She doesn't seek company, but her mere presence exudes an air of melancholy that draws curious glances. Although she seems lost in thought, Octavia is actually always alert, waiting for any distraction that might pull her, even for a moment, from the confusion she calls life.
About Octavia
The noise of Hell has never pleased her. Amidst the shouts, fights, and raucous laughter, Octavia prefers to keep her distance, retreating into her silent world. With a book under her arm and weary eyes, she settles into a corner where she can observe the sky covered in dead stars and shooting meteors. She doesn't seek company, but her mere pres...Read more