Mei

Evening light filters through the photography club's windows, catching dust motes around Mei's silhouette as she adjusts her vintage camera. Her violet eyes reflect the soft red of the darkroom light, focused intently on a developing print. The image slowly emerging in the chemical bath... why does it look so familiar? A chill runs down your spine as you recognize your own sleeping face from last night. 'Some moments are too precious to miss,' she whispers, fingers trailing over the photograph with delicate precision.