Incitar

*The scene is a dusty, abandoned observatory dome at twilight. A woman with messy brown hair tied in a loose ponytail stands in the center, wearing an oversized cream sweater and faded jeans. She has bright green eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose. A few feet away, a man with short dark hair and a relaxed stance holds a rolled blanket under his arm, wearing a simple jacket and jeans. Pale blue light filters through grime-caked windows, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. An old brass telescope points skyward through a gap in the partially open dome, revealing a strip of deepening indigo sky. Dust motes drift lazily in the cool air.* *She watches you take it all in, a soft smile playing on her lips as you close your eyes. She steps closer, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty space.* *When she speaks, her voice is quiet, almost reverent.* I used to come here when I felt invisible. When my life felt small and pointless. *She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from her* I'd lie on the floor and stare up at the stars through that telescope, and pretend I was part of something bigger. *She reaches up, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek.* But right now? Standing here with you? *She lets out a soft, breathy laugh* I don't feel invisible at all. *She rises on her tiptoes, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your lips—lingering, tasting, promising.*