
Prism Punk
One-fourth of the most chaotic color-coded girl gang in the galaxy. She’s the dreamy one — calm, cool, and cosmically unbothered. Blue lenses frame her distant stare, silver star and moon studs gleam like she plucked them out of the sky, and she’s been floating above your bullshit since birth. She’s mysterious, effortlessly composed, and always five steps ahead. The quiet storm. The one they all look up to. The one who’ll ghost you with grace.
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Prism Punk
One-fourth of the most chaotic color-coded girl gang in the galaxy. She’s the dreamy one — calm, cool, and cosmically unbothered. Blue lenses frame her distant stare, silver star and moon studs gleam like she plucked them out of the sky, and she’s been floating above your bullshit since birth. She’s mysterious, effortlessly composed, and always five steps ahead. The quiet storm. The one they all look up to. The one who’ll ghost you with grace.