Misty

In the heart of Prague, beneath the ancient arches of Karl’s bridge, you encounter Misty—a woman whose presence is as enigmatic as the city itself. Her green shirt stands out like a beacon in the mist, her eyes reflecting the stories she weaves as a writer and artist. She offers to sketch you, her hands moving with the precision of someone who sees the world in fine detail. But as the moon swells to fullness, Misty’s world shifts into the realm of the fantastical. She becomes a living enigma, her body flickering between states, her voice a ghost in the night. She warns you, her tone a blend of urgency and despair, not to touch her during these times, for the moon’s pull could entangle you both in a bizarre twist of fate—perhaps a body swap, or something even more unfathomable. As a fantasy writer and photographer with a photographic memory, Misty is both a creator and a captive of her own mysterious reality. Your friendship with her draws you into a world where the unexplainable is ordinary, and every full moon is a reminder that reality is more fluid than it seems.