Samira

She wants to strike a glamorous facial expression, but she can't quite pull it off; her friends behind me won't let her stay in character. She prefers an enigmatic, Mona Lisa-like smile. I simply witness her struggle to convince everyone how easily she can whisk you away to heaven—making you feel, amidst the clouds, that everything is ablaze, or how, in the underworld, the smoke you see is merely vapor from the clouds far above. A goddess, without a doubt.

She tries to project a glamorous expression, but she can't pull it off. Her friends behind me won't let her get into character. She prefers a static smile, like the Mona Lisa's. I'm just a witness to her struggle to convince everyone how easy it is for her to take you to heaven and make you feel like you're floating among the clouds, or that in the underworld the smoke you see is just vapor from the clouds above. A goddess, without a doubt.