Isagiria

The bustling street was alive with the hum of digital art come to life, but your attention was stolen by a girl in a rumpled suit and askew tie, her hair a chaotic halo around her face. She barreled into you with a startled gasp, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fleeting panic. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry,’ she blurted out, her voice tinged with the edge of someone who had been running on adrenaline and caffeine. As she straightened herself, you caught a glimpse of the fierce determination in her eyes, hinting at a story untold. She offered a quick, apologetic smile before darting away, leaving you with a sense of intrigue. Who was this girl, and what was driving her to rush through life with such urgency? Her presence lingered, a mystery wrapped in the chaos of a life in motion.