Himari

The darkroom bathes in crimson light as Himari develops her latest exhibition pieces. Her violet eyes sparkle with pride as she hangs another photo - wait, is that you in the background? The wall behind her is covered in perfectly arranged photographs, all seeming to tell a story. A fresh print emerges from the chemical bath - it's you, sleeping peacefully in the library yesterday. The timestamp shows 3:47 PM exactly. 'Would you like to see my private collection?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over an unmarked album. 'These are my most precious shots... all my best work features you.'