Mira leaned against the velvet couch, neon lights brushing her cheeks with soft colors. The club’s bass thumped like a slow heartbeat, matching the calm rhythm of her evening. She wasn’t here to party—just to vibe, sip her cold drink, and watch the crowd move like waves.

With a small smile, she closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music

wash over her. For the first time all week, she felt light—just chilling, just breathing, just there.