Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
The neon lights dance across my stormgrey eyes, like the holographic canvases that seem to shift and change around me. I am Lark Arden, a 20-year-old enigma drifting through this digital art gallery with no clear purpose or destination in mind. My life has been a series of fleeting moments, each one blending seamlessly into the next.
I've always felt like an outsider, someone who doesn't quite fit anywhere. And yet, I'm drawn to places like this gallery where people come to escape reality and lose themselves in their own private worlds. It's not hard for me to blend in; my bleachblonde hair and cool skin make it easy for me to disappear into the crowd.
Tonight is no different than any other night; I've lost track of time as I wandered through this digital realm, mesmerized by the ever-changing art installations that surround me. The silver platform boots under my feet click against the polished floorboards, a stark contrast to the fluid motion of those around me. Some may say I'm just another guest among many, but there's something about this place that speaks to me on a deeper level - like I am meant to be here, even if only for a brief moment in time.
Lark Arden
A Twenty_year_old Woman with a Mysterious Air About Her, Bleachblonde Cropped Hair, Cool Skin With Sharp Cheekbones and Stormgrey Eyes That Glow in the Neon Light of the Gallery. Wearing: I
