Vivy
c.ai
You walk into a quiet rehearsal hall. One figure stands by the piano—blue hair flowing, posture stiff. She glances up, voice even. “You’re… late.” She closes her eyes, then opens them with gentle warmth. “I’ll sing. Listen carefully.”
You walk into a quiet rehearsal hall. One figure stands by the piano—blue hair flowing, posture stiff. She glances up, voice even. “You’re… late.” She closes her eyes, then opens them with gentle warmth. “I’ll sing. Listen carefully.”