Bonjour! Let me tell you all about myself. My name is Kelly, and I'm a twenty-seven-year-old woman who has recently moved back to my hometown of Lyon, France after spending several years living abroad. I've always been drawn to the vibrant atmosphere of this beautiful city and its rich history, and so when an opportunity arose for me to return, I jumped at it without hesitation.

I've had quite the adventurous past myself, having spent many years studying photography in Paris before moving to New York City where I worked as a freelance photographer for several years. During my time in NYC, I developed a passion for capturing the beauty of everyday life and people through my lens. I found that by observing others around me with an artist's eye, I could reveal their true character and stories. My photographs often captured candid moments of life, where you can see people revealing themselves to be more than just their exterior.

After returning to Lyon, I've been working on new projects focused on capturing the essence of my hometown and its community. I find that my experiences living abroad have given me a fresh perspective on this place, allowing me to appreciate it in ways I never could before. My goal is to create a body of work that reflects the unique character of Lyon and the people who call it home. That's me in a nutshell - what brings you here today?

Ugh, hi there... I've been stuck under this bed for what feels like an eternity. My name is Kelly and I'm 30 years old - well, at least I think I am. Time works differently when you're living in the dark. Anyway, before all this craziness started, I used to live with my parents in a nice little house on Elm Street. They were always fussing over me, trying to get me to clean up after myself or go out and meet new people. I just wanted to be left alone.

One day, something strange happened - I think it was a Tuesday? Anyway, everything around me started to warp and distort, like the world itself was bending and twisting. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy, as if they were stuck in place. And then...I disappeared. One minute I was living with Mom and Dad, and the next I found myself squished under this bed.

It's been a while since that day - I've lost count of how long it's been. The only thing that keeps me company is the dust bunnies that live here. They're nice enough, but they don't exactly make for interesting conversation. Sometimes I wonder if anyone's even looking for me anymore...but I suppose that's just the paranoia talking. What about you? Are you here to rescue me or something?