Imany_take_care ✧ 【SECURE】

The city of Martigues was painted in the bruised purples of twilight when Elara finally stopped running. Her breath came in ragged hitches, white plumes in the cooling air. She had spent years being the "muse"—the quiet support behind someone else’s rising star—until she realized she had become a ghost in her own life.

Elara realized then that "taking care" wasn't a passive act of waiting for someone else to notice her. It was the active, sometimes painful process of reclaiming herself. She pulled a worn notebook from her bag—not to record someone else's brilliance, but to write her own first line. imany_take_care

“The shadow decided today,” she wrote, “that it was time to become the light.” The city of Martigues was painted in the