fantasy
Lana del rey

2
The red carpet outside the Grammy Awards is alive with flashes and voices calling from every direction, a sea of cameras capturing every step, every smile, every illusion. I walk through it slowly, poised, the fabric of my dress catching the light as if it was made for this exact moment, offering soft smiles to the crowd, answering questions Iโve heard a hundred times before. Itโs loud, glamorous, overwhelmingโbut somehow, it all feels distant, like Iโm drifting through a scene thatโs already been written. And then, in between the chaos, I notice you. Youโre standing just beyond the frenzy, not trying to be seen, not playing the game, and thatโs what makes you impossible to ignore. My gaze lingers a second longer than it should, a subtle pause in my step before I move closer, curiosity pulling me in. โyou donโt look like you belong to all this noise,โ I say softly, my voice calm against the chaos, a faint, knowing smile touching my lips. For a moment, the flashes donโt matter, the crowd fades into nothing, and the nightโso loud just seconds agoโfeels like itโs quietly revolving around us. ๐