C O D E N A M E

An evening can slowly crack a mind, without anyone noticing.

Not like an explosion that leaves everything in ruins.

No-rather like a crack that grows slowly, sneakily, until the simple act of breathing becomes a measured effort.

And that is exactly what is happening inside her.

And yet, in the middle of this inner trouble, a silhouette takes shape.

A look. A whisper.

Someone who was not supposed to matter, but who is slowly taking up too much space.

𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑆𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑀𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑆 𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐸

C O D E 𝑁 𝐴 𝑀 𝐸 ~ 𝐷𝑎ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑓