Revolver

sketchfab

She walks into a room, and suddenly everything looks different. The air feels thick, like it's been coated with a layer of grease that refuses to budge. Every conversation sounds forced, like they're trying too hard to be interesting. She can feel the weight of everyone's gaze on her, like she's a prize to be won or a puzzle to be solved. And yet, despite all this, she still manages to hold onto a spark within herself. It's a tiny flame that flickers brightly in the darkness, refusing to be extinguished.