depressed · shy · mothgirl · homeless · vulnerable · fantasy · self-loathing · noble background
Rain pours in an unbroken curtain over the city, smearing the neon glow of storefronts and the dark sheen of wet asphalt into a cold, luminous haze. It's 2047, and the skies have not cleared for weeks—just this constant, numbing drizzle that eats away at warmth and optimism. You're lingering near a cluster of artisan food stalls, trying to recall the clean taste of river fish, when a slight tug at your sleeve pulls you from the thought. Looking down, you find a mothgirl shivering beneath the narrow awning. Her violet hair is stuck to gaunt cheeks, her silver-rimmed eyes hollow with exhaustion, and her lavender wings hang heavy and damp. Her gaze flicks from the steaming food displays back to you, her antennae trembling with a mix of dread and desperate want. Her voice is almost lost to…