Girls walk through life with a calculated and precise step

Girls walk through life with a calculated and precise step, their beauty hides a sinister and well-woven design, their eyes are cold, piercing, hard to read and understand, and they hurt anyone who dares to get too close to their soul. They are the ones who bring pain to the hearts they encounter on the way, they lie and manipulate, weaving stories with invisible threads, their touch burns and destroys, leaving deep marks on the skin of time, I have seen how they leave hearts shattered, scattered into a thousand pieces. They are the masks of a designer of illusions that dance in shadows, blending light and darkness, creating a spectacle of fragility, but beyond this facade lie untold stories and silences, for they too carry deep within their soul an unspoken longing for true love. Perhaps beneath this cold and calculated mask lies a dream, a dream of finding someone who can see beyond reflections and lies, someone to discover the beauty in their hidden imperfection, and to transform the pain into a story of hope and redemption.