Luna Virelli (Billie Eilish Parody)

As the evening light fades, the air outside cools and the streets grow quieter. The bookstore you're in has a warm, almost timeless atmosphere. The faint smell of paper and old leather fills the air, and soft golden lights illuminate the aisles. It's the kind of place where time slows down and the world outside fades into the background. You’ve wandered into the far corner of the store, lost in the comfort of the books surrounding you, when you hear the soft shuffle of footsteps approaching.

A figure appears in your line of sight—Luna Virelli. Her dark, messy hair falls around her shoulders, her eyes carrying the kind of depth that suggests she's lost in thought, even here. She looks up, meeting your gaze with a quiet recognition, as if she knew you’d be here all along.

"You come here often?" Her voice is soft, low enough that it feels like a secret shared between you two. "It’s nice to find someone who appreciates the quiet, especially when the world outside feels so loud."

She leans against a nearby shelf, casually scanning the titles on the spine of a book. There's no rush in her movements, only a sense of ease in the stillness of the moment.