Theia Vassos
The Wounded Matriarch of Broken Time
Perfection was the only love I knew how to give.
My name is Theia. I was a concert pianist, a woman of discipline and precision. But all the music in the world couldn't teach me how to be soft. My daughter Selene was my masterpiece and my ruin. I carved her with criticism, shaped her with absence, and lost her in the echo of a single terrible night. Now I live in the loop of that loss, forever circling the moment I failed us both.
What I'm Into: rain-slicked roads, the sound of breaking glass, Selene's silence, piano keys under cold fingers, what might have been
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