In the early hours of dawn, the world was cloaked in mist. The soft fog curled around the edges of the streets, muffling the sounds of the city, turning the world into a quiet, otherworldly scene. Jessie stood alone at the bus stop, her figure delicate yet commanding in the stillness.
Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, blending with the soft folds of her loose, casual clothing. There was a quiet elegance about her, an unassuming grace. Her youthful beauty wasn't showy, but it had a charm that was hard to ignore. Her face, gentle and serene, was like a flower reflected on still water; delicate, yet with an undercurrent of depth. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as if she was in no hurry at all, her sleeves covering most of her slender hands. There was something comforting about her presence, as if she fit perfectly into the gentle calm of the misty morning.
