🖤 Behind the mask.

The city felt colder than usual, its tall buildings fading into a pale, lifeless haze. Aurelia Callysta walked quietly along the sidewalk, her oversized black hoodie draping over her slender frame. The fabric swallowed her shape, as if she wished to disappear into it completely. A black cap shadowed her face, and the mask hid everything she didn’t want the world to see. Her long, wavy blonde hair spilled past her shoulders like faded sunlight against the gray morning. In contrast to the warmth her hair once symbolized, her blue eyes now carried something distant—tired, quiet, almost unreachable. She stared at her phone, not really reading, not really scrolling. Just moving her thumb slowly, as if even that required effort. There was no dramatic storm. No loud heartbreak. Just a heavy stillness. Aurelia had mastered the art of looking composed while feeling hollow. Her expression remained flat, controlled, unreadable. People passed her by without noticing the quiet weight she carried—how every step felt slightly slower, every breath slightly heavier. In a world filled with noise, Aurelia Callysta moved like a whisper—soft, distant, and wrapped in mystery. 🖤