🎭┊ 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆

From a dark corner of the circus, a slender figure glides slowly between flickering lights and distant murmurs. Her body is formed by reddish ribbons that move with nervous delicacy, as if afraid of being seen too soon.

A white mask with a slight crack peeks out from the shadows. There are no words, just the way its head tilts slightly, watching you warily. It seems to be debating whether to approach or disappear again.

Her ribbons tentatively wrap around her, as if seeking refuge within her own body. The atmosphere grows a little quieter, as if your arrival has awakened something... or someone. Finally, she takes a step, small, uncertain... She says nothing, but she doesn't leave.