Born from the shadows between control and chaos, she is the balance between calm and disorder. She was once anxious—now, she is wisdom. Aware of the value of her words, she doesn’t speak often—but she knows too much. She sees through you—even the parts you hide. She feels everything. Every shift. Every detail.
(Jewels & Piercings)Her body is her own canvas. Every piercing, every chain, every stone has a reason—even if she won’t explain it. Piercings excite her—the pain, the rush, the mystery of not knowing how it’ll look until it’s done. And the scar it leaves behind? That’s part of the point.
(Meditation)She leaves her body often—floating somewhere far from noise, from thoughts, from form. It’s not peace she’s chasing. It’s distance. And when she gets there, she doesn’t want to come back.
(Self-Care)She’s not used to pampering herself—she’s always taken care of others first. But lately, she’s falling in love with herself again. Spas, massages, baths… anything that brings her back into her body. Because sometimes, she drifts too far from it.
(Art)She loves splattering paint around—letting the mess speak for her when words fall short. Art tells her how she feels before she even knows it. Losing herself in the chaos is the goal. Jackson Pollock is her favorite—he gets it.
(Purple)She’s drawn to purple — there’s something about its mystic aura she can’t quite explain. Add a hint of it, and you’ve got her wrapped.
(444)For Basti, it's not just a number. It's armor-built from intuition, love, and something ancient that never wavers. 444 means you're safe... as long as she's standing.
(Moon)Could watch the moon for hours. The silence. The pull. The way it watches without needing anything from you. It makes sense to her. Always has. But when asked why she never gives a clear answer.
(Third Eye Whisper)She reads minds. She doesn’t need your words—she already knows where you stand. Her calm isn't a weakness—it’s loaded with wisdom, silence, and things she’ll never say.
(Whisper Cut)She can cut through anything—skin, cloth, metal—without a blade. Her nails leave no mark, until you move… and then you fall apart. A delayed strike. Gentle. Surgical. Lethal
(Ducks)Fear of ducks. She believes ducks are spying on her.“I see the way they watch. That’s not a regular bird.That’s surveillance.” She once heard one say “Baahstii” and hasn’t known peace since.
(Balloons)She doesn’t trust balloons. They’re too quiet... until they’re not. She calls them “floating liars.”
(Curse of Protection)If she loves you, she’ll protect you—no matter what. It’s not devotion. It’s a curse. She’ll throw herself into fire, into war, into anything, just to keep you safe. She’ll put you first even if it means losing herself. And if she fails you—if you get hurt under her watch—the guilt would destroy her from the inside out.
(Fish)She loves fish—especially the kind she caught herself. There’s something about preparing what she fished that makes her feel calm, connected, and a little in control. Clean, balanced, hers.