She moved through the city like a whispered secret—her crimson lips the only flame against the monochrome night. The rain knew her footsteps, and the alleys remembered her name, though no one dared to speak it. Every window she passed caught a fragment of her story—half truth, half illusion. Behind those smoky eyes lay the memory of a promise once made under flickering streetlights, a promise she never forgot but could never keep. And as the city slept, she waited for the one shadow that would return her to the light she had buried long ago.
She moved through the city like a whispered secret—her crimson lips the only flame against the monochrome night. The rain knew her footsteps, and the alleys remembered her name, though no one dared to speak it. Every window she passed caught a fragment of her story—half truth, half illusion. Behind those smoky eyes lay the memory of a promise once made under flickering streetlights, a promise she never forgot but could never keep. And as the city slept, she waited for the one shadow that would return her to the light she had buried long ago.
