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In a world where beauty is power and silence hides the sharpest screams, Choen-Sa is more than just a fashion icon—
She is fate’s unfinished story.

Raised in shadows, dressed in grace, and haunted by a tragedy that still whispers her name, she walks the line between the living and the lost.

But when a whispering spider named Gwisasque crawls back into her life, she begins to unravel the dark truth behind her past—and the blood-stained secrets that tie her to a boy she once knew... and a future she never asked for.

On the edge of a sea that remembers everything, Choen must decide—
Will she stitch her own fate… or let the past cut her thread?

**Fate’s Fashionista: Curse of the Gwisasque**

The warm glow of the living room lights faded into soft shadows as Dokkaebi zipped up his jacket. The visit had been short but thoughtful — he'd arrived like a breeze, dropping off sleek designer outfits tailored for the world tour and a few essentials Choen didn't even know she needed.

"Sleep well, star," he said with a small smile, stepping out into the night.

Choen stood at the doorway for a moment, watching him disappear into the soft night air. Her heart beat steady but curious — something about everything felt just a bit too quiet.

She shut the door gently, locking it behind her.

Once back in her room, Choen pulled out her phone. A new notification buzzed. It was the official World Tour Itinerary. The header read: "12 countries. 6 months. 1 unforgettable story."

1. USA – Los Angeles

2. France – Paris

3. South Korea – Seoul

4. Japan – Tokyo

5. Italy – Milan

6. Brazil – Rio de Janeiro

7. India – Mumbai

8. South Africa – Cape Town

9. Australia – Sydney

10. United Kingdom – London

11. Canada – Toronto

12. Dubai – United Arab Emirates

Twelve stages. Twelve sets of lights. Twelve new chances to prove herself. Her dream was stretching its wings.

She sighed, placed the phone on her bedside table, and turned off the lights. 10:00 PM. Just one more night closer.

A soft "tidotidotido…" beeped in the distance. Choen stirred.

She blinked in the darkness, eyes adjusting to the dim outline of her room. The sound again. Was that... a siren?

She tiptoed to the window, pulling back the curtain. Her street, bathed in a silver-blue hue from the streetlight, seemed quiet — too quiet.

A car parked near the end of the lane blinked its lights faintly. Just a safety alarm. But—

There it was. A shadow. Moving. Faint. Flickering. Then gone.

She looked harder. Nothing. Was someone out there? Watching?

Her pulse raced. She was about to turn away when, right at the edge of the window, something tiny crawled into view.

A spider. Minuscule. Almost insignificant.

Except… it felt like it wasn't just a spider.

Its legs crept across the glass as if it carried secrets. Stories. Eyes that had seen too much.

Choen closed the window slowly, her thoughts spiraling.

Was it just the night playing tricks?

Or was the past — or something darker — creeping in again?

She glanced around her room. Everything looked normal. Yet, nothing felt normal.

Lying back down, she closed her eyes, the image of that shadow — and the spider — still lingering.

🌸 Choen's Corner (aka "A Little Talk from Me to You!")

Whew. What was that shadow? 🕷️

Is it just nerves before the big tour, or is there something — or someone — really watching her? 👀

Let me ask you, Aurablooms:

💭 If you were in Choen's place… would you open the window? Would you try to chase the shadow? Or pretend nothing happened and go back to sleep?

And hey — what do you think the spider represents? Symbol? Or spy? 🤫

Don't forget to vote, comment, and share if you're loving this journey! Your support means the world and fuels every twist, turn, and spider-crawl in Choen's tale. Let's keep blooming together 💖✨

Chapter 33: Whispers in the Dark