@citialiin ♡ ☽ ── THE MOON. Illusion, fear, anxiety, insecurity, subconscious. The MOON represents your FEARS and ILLUSIONS and often comes out when you are projecting fear into your present and your future, based on your past experiences. The Moon can indicate a time of UNCERTAINTY and ILLUSION, when nothing is what it seems.
ARTIFICIAL LIGHTS, the sonorous chants of enamored fans, the different cadence of carefully performed notes ─── Beads of sweat across pale flesh and fervent beats of a belligerent heart. The MUSIC FESTIVAL is about to meet its end and whilst the last artist performs ‘pon the stage, Ahri observes them from the backstage ; there is no interest mirrored in those eyes, nor is her ichorous muscle singing along, merely CALLOUS INDIFFERENCE towards a gilded world that has become much too tight for her ( she is a FOX that has been kept caged for far too long, for she continued to grow but her tiny prison always remained the same ) . What is fame, if naught an ILLUSION adorned in silk and diamonds ? An ephemeral reality that many dream of and that so very few can ever take a bite of / AND SHE HAS BITTEN MORE THAN SHE COULD CHEW, ever since she was an innocent, toothless toddler who genuinely wanted nothing more than to please her greedy parents.
And what is she, if naught another ILLUSION of grandeur and beauty ? Those luminescent tails that mimic the prismatic limelights, that unnatural color of wavy locks, those deep eyes of molten gold... There is nothing sterling about her ( neither on the inside or on the outside ) and Ahri has become painfully aware of this. CRYSTAL-WROUGHT APPENDAGES lower themselves, as if in pursuance of protectively recoiling around a glimmering silhouette that is mercilessly shaken by a frigid and violent tremor ; if only those people shouting her name and kissing her footsteps knew WHO and WHAT she was, would they still be there ? And then, there comes a sudden ache in her itty bitty heart ─── It’s not surprising that everything a LOVELESS creature desires is, in fact, to be loved.
Suddenly, there’s the sound of approaching footsteps and the familiar scent of expensive cigarettes and luxurious perfumes and the popstar arduously manages to exorcise her facial features from their previously melancholic frown before turning towards him, graciously bowing her head in a greeting. ❝ That was a beautiful performance, it's deplorable that they didn't force you to do an encore. ❞
