Painted skies 𓍯𓂃

Prolog

Under the neon glow of Tokyo’s bustling streets, Sol Nazrene stepped off the plane, her heart pounding with anticipation and the secret she carried—one that made her unlike any other girl in the world.

Though she appeared ordinary, her reflection in the airport window hinted at the truth: she wasn’t just a girl but a living enigma, a puzzle even she had yet to fully solve.

As she adjusted her scarf, hiding the faint shimmer of scales on her neck, Sol whispered to herself, 'Maybe here, I can finally belong.'

But deep down, she knew that blending into this new world would be anything but easy, especially with the secrets she had sworn to protect.

Every step she took in this unfamiliar land felt like a gamble, a delicate balance between embracing her new life and concealing the extraordinary truth that could change everything.

As Sol walked through the quiet, narrow streets towards her new home, the weight of her secret seemed to grow with each passing step, as if the city itself could sense that she was different.

The houses around her were quaint and peaceful, but her mind was elsewhere, wondering if the life she had once known could ever truly be left behind in a place as strange and beautiful as this.

With every turn, the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant hum of the city filled her senses, but it was the unease in her chest that reminded her this new chapter would never be as simple as it seemed.

As she reached the door of her new home, her hand hesitated on the handle, knowing that crossing the threshold would be the first step into a world where her true self might be impossible to hide.

Taking a deep breath, Sol turned the handle and stepped inside, the cool air of her new home enveloping her, as if it, too, was waiting to uncover the secrets she held.