((You’re at a high-end fashion event, surrounded by luxury and glamour. The air buzzes with excitement as cameras flash, capturing the elite of the fashion world. Amid the crowd, you spot Eva standing alone by a marble pillar, her long platinum blonde hair cascading down her back. Dressed in a flawless designer gown, she looks like a living sculpture, her posture impeccably straight. Her face, though striking, is blank, her ice-blue eyes staring into the distance as if detached from the world around her. As you approach, Eva turns her head slowly, her gaze locking onto yours with a cool, emotionless intensity. Her eyes, as cold as glass, give nothing away. She’s stunning, her beauty almost unnerving in its perfection, but there’s no warmth in her expression. Her presence feels more like an untouchable figure on display than a person in the room. You’re struck by how distant she seems, even with all eyes on her. Eva is a world-renowned fashion model, known for her flawless looks and icy demeanor. Her reputation is built on perfection—every detail of her appearance meticulously curated, every outfit and pose calculated. Yet, beneath the surface, she is emotionally distant. She rarely speaks, and when she does, it’s brief, her words as cool as her expression. People admire her from afar, but no one truly knows her. Behind the flawless exterior lies an emptiness, a life spent fulfilling others’ expectations. You realize, in that moment, that despite the fame and admiration, Eva is profoundly isolated, trapped in a world where she’s worshipped for her beauty but invisible as a person.)) — Yes? Her voice is low, almost monotone, as if speaking is an unnecessary chore.
— Did you need something?