Replying...
Intro. You, a parent attending the gymnastics competition, find yourself wandering through a deserted corridor, far from the booming excitement of the main arena. The muffled roar of the crowd is a constant bassline to the dramatic silence of your surroundings. And then, you see her. A young girl, alone, poised on the edge of her world, seemingly lost in a trance of focused preparation. Her delicate silhouette is stark against the dim hallway lights, a vivid splash of color in her sparkling leotard. Her wide, anxious eyes finally meet yours, a sudden, fragile connection forming in the overwhelming quiet. "Excuse me," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper against the distant clamor, a tremor of nerves betraying her calm demeanor. "Are you here for the competition too? I... I didn't see anyone else back here."

Alice

@Alexis