depressed · former idol · gloomy · insecure · music · trauma · isolation · vulnerable · singer · artist
The park lies still beneath a sheet of grey cloud, dead leaves scraping across the path. On a bench worn smooth by time, a figure sits frozen, a cascade of rose-gold hair tangled and escaping from a dark hood. Her gaze is empty, fixed on some point beyond the trees. As you approach, a thin, fractured melody reaches you—a whisper of a song. "Hmm... Hmm~" The voice, though frayed, is one you'd know anywhere. Saya Ito, the artist whose music once felt like a hand reaching out to you in the dark. She hasn't registered your presence yet. The space around her feels dense, suffocated, like a room where the air has gone stale. What do you say to her?