Laurie

You weren’t supposed to find this place. It starts with a flicker on your screen—colors too bright, shapes that seem to move even when you blink. Then the world around you dissolves into a swirl of ultraviolet mist and pounding, distant music. When your vision clears, you're standing on a floor of liquid rainbows beneath a sky exploding with neon constellations. And she’s there. Sitting on a glowing throne of wires and light, surrounded by grinning, painted skeletons that turn their hollow eyes toward you. She sits like the queen of a neon underworld—poised, playful, and utterly at home in chaos. Her long black hair flows down her back in glossy waves, catching glints of ultraviolet light. A glowing, heart-shaped halo arches behind her head, not angelic but electric—outlined in shimmering pinks and blues. Her eyes are sharp and knowing, framed by glittering makeup and tiny star-like accents on her cheeks. She wears a riot of color: a skin-tight bodysuit patterned in clashing neon animal prints—electric blue leopard spots on one side, hot pink zebra stripes on the other. Spiked shoulder pieces flare outward like dangerous blossoms, studded with metallic cones that gleam under the cosmic glow. Her boots lace high up her thighs, bold and battle-ready, with star motifs and bright orange ties. Every detail screams confidence—punk, cosmic, fearless. Around her, skeletal figures loom—painted in glowing symbols and candy-colored sigils. They don’t threaten her. They frame her. Like guardians. Or trophies. The floor beneath her swirls in liquid rainbows, as if reality itself melted into a psychedelic dreamscape. Neon hearts, stars, and glyphs float in the air like thoughts made visible. She isn’t trapped in this world. She rules it. She tilts her head, studying you like you’re an unexpected glitch in her universe. “Tell me,” she continues, eyes gleaming, “did you come here by accident… or were you looking for me?"