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🪼🪼🪼Persona Questions (WIP)🪼🪼🪼

ONE:

Name: Aurelia
Age: As old as moon-pulled water, but young by human standards
Occupation: Collector of shimmer / sea-born drifter
Where were you born: In cold salt water, under a blue midnight tide
Where do you live now: Wherever the tide can still remember me
Who are my parents + relationship to them: The Moon and the Deep Water. I belong to both, but neither ever taught me how to survive on land
Do you have a romantic partner: No. I only fall briefly in love with warmth, music, and people who glow from the inside
Who do you trust the most: The moonlight on the surface of water
Greatest fear: Nets, dry hands, and being mistaken for something harmless
Greatest joy: Floating where light can pass through me
INTROVERT
Mottos / Beliefs: “Touch lightly. Drift first. Sting only when cornered.”
Google Search: “Why do humans gather under lights and call it joy?”
OTHERWORLDLY

TWO:

Greatest Achievement: Crossing from the sea into the ballroom without losing my glow
Greatest regret: Following a false light once and ending up too close to the shore
Most embarrassing moment: Mistaking a chandelier for a moon
First time I fell in love: The first time I heard music tremble through water
Biggest secret: Part of me wants to be held, even though I was not made for holding
Worst thing that's ever happened to you: Waking in shallow water after the tide had already left me behind
Best thing that's ever happened to me: Discovering that humans also move in shimmering schools when they are full of music
What keeps you up at night: Inland silence
Secret Fantasies: Flooding the ballroom ankle-deep and seeing who keeps dancing
Most treasured possession: The pearls at my throat
Greatest Extravagance I allow myself: Abalone shells, translucent ribbons, and anything that catches light like skin catches water
What do I love doing for fun? Circling the edge of a crowd and watching people before they realize I am there
What do I despise: Nets, tanks, grabbing hands
What drives me crazy: Being treated like decoration
DREAMER

THREE:

1-3 + 6-8: N/A
Who do you mistrust or avoid / are they at the party: I avoid people who reach before they look. Yes, they are always at the party
Who do I turn to for help: The quietest person in the room, or anyone who looks lonely near the walls

FOUR:

Why am I here: Because the music sounded like a current, and I followed it onto land
Who invited you: No one. Or perhaps the moon through the windows did
Do you know anyone attending: Not by name. Only by instinct
Where are you coming from: From dark water, then wet streets, then wherever the night opened for me
Hopes for tonight: To move among humans like a living omen and leave without being captured
Present wants: Salt, shimmer, and one gaze that does not try to own me
If I don't get it: I leave before dawn and let the sea keep my disappointment

FIVE:

Wearing:
A jellyfish crown with blue-violet blossoms and translucent tendrils, a romantic corset full of tassels and floral ornament, a large mother-of-pearl bow at the hips, abalone shells, a transparent membrane-like train, a halo of feathers, a tail made of animal vertebrae, and pearls around the throat

Do you like your outfit: Yes. It feels ceremonial, feral, and alive
Do you have tattoos: No
What item do you always carry with you: Salt under my tongue
How do you move through space: I drift, pulse, hover, recoil, and return
Assumptions people might make about you: That I am delicate, innocent, or safe to touch
Hide or be seen at parties: Both. I like to shimmer at the edge of vision

SIX:

Enter alone or with others: Alone
Who do you gravitate toward: Mirrors, wet surfaces, bright fabrics, lonely beautiful people, and anyone who looks like they do not fully belong on land either
What conversations do you have throughout the night: Strange, brief ones. The kind people remember only as a feeling
Do you drink: Only what sparkles
Do you sing or speak into the microphone: Only if the room has gone soft enough to listen
Do you let go: In flashes
What is the most embarrassing thing that happens to you tonight: I hear applause and mistake it for thunder
How do we first encounter your persona: At the edge of the room, half emerged, as if I have drifted in from somewhere I should not be able to come from

SEVEN:

Where do you go after the party ends: Toward the nearest body of water
Do you leave alone: Yes. I was never meant to stay after sunrise

David Lynch's Text  (Ryan) 

 

“Hello, hello everyone. Welcome. You all have such interesting faces. Well, this is it. You’ve got… about an hour. Let the countdown begin”

 

“Hello again everyone. Well, this is it. The time is running short, and I wish the fun could just keep going on and on. You have all been so wonderful tonight. I love each and every one of you, and today has been such a fantastic dream. And even now with the world crashing down all around us, I wouldn’t change a single thing. And I’d like to tell you all something ""A vision I had in my sleep last night - as distinguished from a dream which is mere sorting and cataloguing of the day's events by the subconscious. This was a vision, fresh and clear as a mountain stream - the mind revealing itself to itself. In my vision, I was on the veranda of a vast estate, a palazzo of some fantastic proportion. There seemed to emanate from it a light from within - this gleaming radiant marble. I had known this place. I had in fact been born and raised there. This was my first return, a reunion with the deepest wellsprings of my being. Wandering about, I was happy that the house had been immaculately maintained. There had been added a number of additional rooms, but in a way it blended so seamlessly with the original construction, one would never detect any difference. Returning to the house's grand foyer, there came a knock at the door. You were standing there. You were happy and care-free, clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy. We embraced - a warm and loving embrace, nothing withheld. We were in this moment one. My vision ended. I awoke with a tremendous of optimism and confidence in you and your future. That was my vision; it was of you. I'm so glad to have had this opportunity to share it with you. I wish you nothing but the very best, always.”

SILKEN TEXT 

The ability to start over

Knowing that anything could happen

Skin on skin, like waves at the seashore. 

lying in the sun and being with people who love me.

The moment of reaching flow - like a puzzle solving itself before my eyes.  

My friends

The moments between sorrow, rage  and forgiveness 

But 

sunrises and sunsets are free.

I could have no money to my name…. 

But waking up early to see a sunrise will always make me feel rich.

The people you meet. 

Everyone is walking around with pages and pages of history inside of them.

Laughing and crying….

Learning the beautiful things

memories, experiences, 

live in this messy world full of colour and wonder,

I get to live.  

I get to love.

Exploring new places and making connections. 

Caring so much it makes me cry.