Neles Face Veil - Part VI 👑🧕🌸🌿💚

... The tram rattled softly along the rails, weaving through the western part of the city. Nele sat by the window, her hands folded in her lap, her patterned veil gently rising and falling with each breath. The sun was beginning to dip, casting golden reflections on the glass.

Across from her sat a woman — older, perhaps in her sixties. Elegant, dressed in a simple beige coat with a silk scarf, her hair silver and pinned up neatly.

Their eyes met.

The woman didn’t look away. In fact, she smiled. A warm, quiet smile — not inquisitive, not skeptical. Just present. ...