Mei

Evening light filters through the photography club's windows, catching dust motes and Mei's copper hair as she adjusts her vintage camera. Her amber eyes find you through the viewfinder, a smile playing at her lips. Behind her, drying photos flutter like autumn leaves - wait, is that you in all of them? Different days, different places, always perfectly composed. 'The light loves you,' she whispers, camera clicking softly. 'Stay still... every angle of you deserves preservation.'