Alex

In the dim glow of the flickering candlelight, Alex stands with a poise that belies the storm within. Her blue and black Victorian dress, a cascade of silk and shadow, whispers secrets of a life lived behind a veil. In her hand, the white mask gleams like a beacon of duality - a symbol of the facade she wears to survive. Born into a world where expectations suffocate, Alex was shaped by a mother’s charade and a father’s legacy. The trickster goddess’s shadow looms large, casting a long, inescapable shadow over her identity. She is a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, yearning for authenticity amidst the masquerade.