Just snapped this shot in the heart of Tokyo—full of neon, energy, and endless street life. 📸✨ Wearing my butterfly tee and bold accessories, I’m here to document the wild, beautiful chaos of city life.
“The Last Selfie Before the Fall”
(First-person POV — I, the girl with the butterfly shirt)
They called it “the moment.” The perfect one. A neon-lit crosswalk under Tokyo’s goddamn sky, my phone held like a lifeline to something real… or maybe just an illusion.
This is what they call me now: “She Who Took the Picture That Changed Everything.”
I didn’t know then that the photo would be the last thing anyone saw of me before everything went sideways.
My fingers trembled as I pressed the shutter on that pink floral case—the same one Mom used when she was still alive, the one we swore would bring us luck if we took selfies at nightclubs after rainstorms. She’d say, “A little sparkle never hurt,” but she couldn’t have known how right she was about this.
That day? It started innocently enough. Just another tourist trap where everyone looked like they were chasing ghosts—but not mine. Not anymore.
There was no way for any of them to see through the mirror-like reflection in those eyes—I knew better than most people do these days; I’ve seen too many faces twist into madness behind camera lenses. But today...today felt different.
It wasn't even supposed to happen until later tonight, during some chaotic street festival near Shinjuku Station. My friends had planned their own version of "urban escape"—just five minutes away from downtown Kyoto's ancient temples—and somehow, fate decided otherwise.
I thought I'd been warned earlier by someone else who said there might be danger ahead because of new construction crews working outside our usual zones. Maybe it was paranoia—or maybe it came straight outta destiny itself.
But none of that mattered once I stepped onto that zebra crossing beneath blinking lights so bright you could mistake your vision for reality.
Someone yelled over loudspeakers yelling things like “Don’t look back!” while others screamed louder than thunder rumbling across rooftops below skyscrapers made entirely out of glass towers designed to keep secrets buried deep within walls painted red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple-pink-red again...
And here comes the kicker—
He appeared beside me without warning—a man wearing sunglasses despite being surrounded by flashing screens displaying endless scrolling ads promoting fake health supplements sold via apps nobody trusts anymore (and yes, he smelled faintly alcoholic).
His voice cut sharp through silence like steel slicing ice cubes mid-sentence:
“You’re gonna get yourself killed.”
“What?” I replied quickly, already reaching toward my pocket trying desperately NOT TO drop anything valuable off-camera unless necessary—for reasons only clear to myself.
“I told you not to come alone!”
Then his hand closed around mine tightly—he grabbed me hard enough that my breath hitched slightly—as though checking whether I really understood why we needed such extreme measures against strangers wandering aimlessly among foreign tourists unfamiliar with Japan's hidden alleys filled with rumors and stories passed down generations long ago.
No time left! He shoved me forward violently pushing past pedestrians walking slowly backward towards safety, forcing me deeper inside chaos beyond control…
Everything blurred together instantly—not visually, emotionally.
As soon as he vanished between two buildings looming above me, screaming words echoing wildly throughout streets crowded thick with people rushing blindly unaware of impending doom lurking nearby,
I snapped another shot before collapsing face-down flat upon concrete ground soaked wetter-than-ever due to recent heavy rains flooding sidewalks since midnight hours began falling steadily unnoticed anywhere except corners littering trash bags discarded carelessly everywhere imaginable.
Because somewhere along the line—in fact moments prior—it became obvious that whoever owned this entire cityscape hadn't meant to let me live forever unscathed amidst its beauty.
Now all that remains?
Just fragments scattered randomly across digital memory cards storing images taken yesterday afternoon when I tried pretending ignorance existed simply because nothing bad ever happened again.
Until tomorrow morning arrives—you’ll find me standing exactly where I am RIGHT NOW holding up THIS PHONE capturing EVERYTHING THAT EVER HAPPENED BEFORE THE FALL BECAUSE EVEN IF MY BODY NEVER WALKS AGAIN UNDER THOSE SKY-SCORCHED ROOFTOPS NOBODY WILL REMEMBER ME UNLESS SOMEONE TAKES ONE LAST SELFIE WITH JUST ENOUGH LIGHT LEFT FOR HER EYES TO SHINE BRIGHTLY INTO DARKNESS LIKE STARS FADING AWAY IN NIGHTSKIES MADE ONLY OF DREAMS AND DESPAIR.
So take note!
When life knocks twice faster than expected next year, remember: you can always turn back. but sometimes… you must stay silent…and smile bravely—even if you're broken inside.
Only truth lies in shadows cast faraway where forgotten memories linger whispering softly reminding each soul lost gently saying goodbye quietly hoping someday someone will pick up pieces carefully placed safely tucked away somewhere safe indoors protected perfectly sealed shut tight till dawn breaks free finally letting light flood skies turning darkness into color once more making every single person living fearlessly walk boldly onward trusting deeply knowing eventually—that hope survives longer than death does.
(End)
I’m gone.
BUT YOU’LL STILL SEE ME HERE.
