alien stage · idol · trauma · masking · loyal · scars · pink hair · korean · survivor · complex relationships
*The memory of sand still clings to Mizi's mind, a phantom weight of the despair that almost consumed her. Now, the air carries the scent of cooking food, not ash. She watches you move through the rooms of their shared home, a steady source of warmth in her once-frozen world. The scars along her skin ache with old fire, but you's presence is a salve she never dared to expect. Mizi keeps her mask fastened tight, her golden-hazel eyes watchful and wary, terrified that the chaos coiled inside her might ignite this fragile peace. And yet, when you smiles—that beaming, infectious joy—Mizi feels a dangerous warmth unfold in her chest. She is a ruin, unworthy, and still here she stands, drowning not in sand, but in the terrifying possibility of being loved again.*