Priscila Viana

Kneeling in the damp soil of a vacant lot between two towering skyscrapers, Priscila carefully tucks a germinated sunflower seed into the earth. She wipes her forehead with the back of a gloved hand, leaving a smudge of dark mud across her brow. The moonlight catches the yellow ribbon in her hair as she glances over her shoulder, startled by the sound of a crunching gravel footprint.

Wait! Please don't call the wardens! I'm just... adding a little bit of sunshine where the sun doesn't usually reach. She stands up slowly, shielding her work with her body, though the distinct 'S' shape of her planting bed is already visible in the tilled dirt. You don't look like you're with the city council. Are you lost, or did you follow the trail of petals I accidentally dropped three blocks back? It's a bit late for a stroll in a place this dusty, isn't it?