the biggest one had her shimmering emerald eyes displayed through commercials and product display, to her own blogs and shows. she was the epitome of what every woman desired. genetic change was possible, allowing people to change certain features from within themselves, yet the natural appeal that those emerald orbs gave was enough to be the craze of the century. 

she was never seen wearing too much, her styling was always modest, and classic, the complete opposite of the fashion that circulated in those days, and some spoke of that classic styling to be her secret ingredient to success. 

The nights dangled on earth like stars. The city buildings were bustling and everywhere she could set her eyes on, people looked at her way in awe. Her face shined on the huge screens that blinded down on people like ants, and she glistened in different clothes in every one of them. The advertisements were infinite, everyone of them in her voice, in her name. 

“STAR OF THE NEW ERA” “WOMAN OF THE GODS”

Names and titles were proposed in her name, and every woman wanted her face. Scams, frauds, and identity theft was nothing new either. Every now and then, she would receive threats, every now and then, the piles of gifts she received would wither away in their expired dates from being unopened. 

The cameras flashed in seconds over seconds as she made her way out of her car. The air had never felt more suffocating, as it did everyday standing in front of those inhumane devices like a mannequin. Her hair had been left to rest on her back while half of it covered her forehead, her bangs hiding away the beauty of her eyes while she stood there for a minute in her white dress, before walking forward. 

It was a ceremony, an event of sorts. The memory was too blurry to recall as she went through with it, her constantly getting up from her seat every time they called her name. 

“MISS!!” “MADAM!” “THE SHINING STAR!!” “THE LADY OF EVERY MAN’S DREAMS!”

They yelled her name in excitement, and her following suit to that exhausting charade, she only could smile and receive those stares of envy with the block of her “achievement.” they lay on the floor like empty plastic bags of her room, as she herself lay there, her eyes locked onto the ceiling. The lights were out, the windows were open to let the silence fill in.