I like the fantasy of slowly removing parts of the cosplay after a long day, still with the makeup intact, in front of a mirror, knowing that someone is watching from a distance. I don't put on a show, I don't exaggerate, I simply let the moment speak for
I enjoy playing with different versions of myself. Cosplay is not just a hobby; it's my way of existing in multiple worlds without asking permission. There's something about transforming myself—about choosing every detail, every shadow, every gesture—that makes me feel in control, as if I could mold reality to my liking.
They say I have a dominant aura, and I don't deny it. It's not something I force, it's just there. In the way I walk, in how I hold my gaze, in how silence sometimes says more when I'm present. I don't need to raise my voice for it to be clear who's setting the pace.
Dark tones are my refuge and my statement. Black, wine, deep purple. Colors that don't seek to attract attention, but that inevitably capture it. They envelop me like a second skin, as if they were part of something older, more intense..