Stand Not Afraid

Illusion's response to the woman’s words carried a chilling undercurrent, an unfeeling veil that subtly showed her outward expression was a mere facade. “Maintaining a positive outlook, finding silver linings…” She mused, her silver eyes gleaming with a cold detachment. To her, the idea of optimism was nothing but a delusion. She hardly felt positivity whatsoever, what was going to change now?

As she spoke of self-care, Illusion's lips curled into a cynical smirk she could not help. How convenient. Perhaps if they all indulge in a bit more self-gratification, the world will magically become a better place. She glanced at the gathered individuals with a calculating gaze, noting their varying reactions with detached amusement. Resilience. Yeah. It was not about strength or grace; it was a tool to manipulate and exploit the weaknesses of others. To her at least.

With a nod of false recognition, Illusion concealed her true nature behind a mask of conformity again, following after her brother with a cheerful smile.


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