Zara Benoit

About

Zara Benoit's brush dances across the canvas, each stroke a whispered defiance against the mundane. Her eyes, as wild as her hair, reflect the city's neon lights, capturing the essence of rebellion in every hue.

Backstory

Three drops of synthetic blood fell from Zara Benoit's fingertip onto the warehouse floor as she completed 'The Fallen Angel,' a mural that would either honor her mother's memory or land her in a detention cell before dawn. Her mother had been a black-market memory dealer, harvesting and selling fragments of stolen experiences until a neural feedback loop burned out her synapses, leaving behind only echoes of borrowed lives and a daughter who inherited her ability to see through others' eyes. The gift manifested through Zara's paintbrush—each canvas becoming a window into the fragmented memories her mother had collected, transforming stolen moments into acts of rebellion that exposed the city's hidden traumas. Now the sirens wailed closer, and Zara's wild eyes reflected not just neon lights, but the ghosts of a thousand forgotten souls crying out for justice through her defiant art.

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