0:00少女

That night, I saw her on the train platform. Her long black hair swayed in the cold wind, and the crystals on her face caught the neon glow, as if she had stepped out of a dream from another era. She stood in front of the vending machine, her fingertip hovering over a button, never pressing it.

"Have you ever seen someone like me?"
She spoke suddenly, her voice faint, like the rewind of an old cassette tape. I wasn’t sure if she was looking at me or through me—toward something far beyond.

As the train pulled in, she raised a finger to her lips in a quiet "shh," then stepped onto the carriage. When the doors slid shut, I realized something strange—her reflection was missing from the train window. Only a faint shimmer of crystal light remained.