nefelibata (n.) | ✔️

nefelibata (n.) | ✔️

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nefelibata (n.) - one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art. Lena Wilson has her mind set on herself and what she wants to accomplish. Everyone stays well out of her way, knowing that she says it like it is and strays from the narrative of "fitting in". She defies the rules of society and completely separates herself from the small minded people in her town. Although she's proud of who she is, it comes with some side effects. Due to her need to be different, she is a bit of a loner, a dark soul with a wild imagination. When the new boy, Carson Foxx, strolls into town with his head held high and his cockiness through the roof, he doesn't realize that Lena is not the kind of girl that you can grab at a party and go. He takes this as a challenge, a mission. This is nefelibata.
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