Vanessa’s Journey - Part 1 🌸🌿💚

Vanessa, in Motion 🌸🌿💚

Vanessa walked fast, almost too fast for the crisp morning air. Her boots clacked sharply on the uneven pavement, echoing between storefronts that had only just begun to open. She tugged at the sleeves of her forest-green turtleneck, as if the knit fabric might shield her from the creeping sense that time was slipping, that she was somehow late — not just for her meeting, but for something deeper, unnamed.

She weaved through the city like someone escaping, though she wasn’t running from anything specific. Her mind was too full for stillness. Thoughts collided like reflections in glass: too many, too sharp.

Who owns your image? She’d written that question down last night — in her journal, on the edge of a napkin, and in a half-finished Instagram caption she hadn’t dared post. She had 127,000 followers. Every photo of her face — framed just so, chin lifted, light curated — was a kind of currency. But at what cost? ...