Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone 【AUTHENTIC × 2024】

She didn’t answer with words. She let her hand rest on the seat between them, palm up, an offering. Vixen’s fingers intertwined with hers—cool, deliberate, asking for nothing more than the next station.

She’d told herself this trip was about “finding material.” A dancer’s sabbatical. But the truth was simpler and sharper: she needed to be a stranger. In Prague, in Budapest, in the tiny, unpronounceable town whose name she’d booked on a whim, no one knew her stage name. No one expected the arch of her back or the practiced softness of her gaze. Here, she was just a girl with a heavy suitcase and a passport full of empty pages. Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

The train plunged into a tunnel. For five heartbeats, there was only darkness and the syncopated click of wheels. When the light returned, Vixen had moved closer—not physically, but in the way the air between them had thickened, become a thing with weight. She didn’t answer with words

A flush crept up Jia’s neck. She righted the novel—some pretentious thing she’d bought at a station kiosk—and set it aside. “Maybe I like watching the world go backwards.” She’d told herself this trip was about “finding material

The train crested a hill. Below, a small town glittered like spilled sequins—warm windows, a single church spire, a river catching the last of the light. Jia’s stop. Or maybe just the first one that mattered.

“It’s the way you hold your book,” Vixen replied, nodding at the untouched paperback in Jia’s lap. “Upside down for the last three stops. You’re not reading. You’re hiding.”