toodlekim
Level 71
A short descriptive piece to further expand on Lele, my mixed Korean character.
The tendrils of her hair illuminate beneath the crimson glow of the evening but her existence is yet to be of any relevance. Popping her scalp open, pieces of intelligence is scattered across any vacant space, outweighing one another as there is no limit to the harmony underlining her wise composure. Silence is what it takes to form a species of another kind. Goosebumps would start to scheme, rebelling against her discipline. She was sure to try again - to gain it.
Lele flickered, and the light flickered back.
