The Girl Who Trapped the Sky 🌫️✨

They called me the ghost of the oil fields—a shadow slipping between steel giants, whispering to the wind. But I wasn’t always this way. Once, I was just Daniela, a girl from a forgotten town where the air tasted like rust and the future felt as thin as the plastic bags caught in barbed wire.

My father worked the rigs until the cough took him. "It’s just dust," he’d say, wiping black streaks from his lips. But we both knew. The night he died, I pressed my ear to the cold factory walls and heard the planet gasping too. That’s when I promised: I’d steal back the breath they’d stolen from us. 💔

Now? I’m a Carbon Capture Specialist by day, a phantom by choice. My lab is a cathedral of pipes and pressure gauges, where I wrestle invisible demons (CO2, darling, but so much sexier). Some days I win. Some days the numbers bleed red. But every molecule I trap is a kiss on my father’s grave. 💋🌍

Funny thing about saving the world—it leaves scars. My hands are mapped with chemical burns, my dreams hum with the click-click of safety valves. I don’t sleep much. (Do you?) When the nightmares come, I paint my nails the color of crude oil and dance barefoot in parking lots, daring the sky to fall. So far, it hesitates. 🖤

Slide into my DMs if you’ve ever loved something broken. Or if you just really, really like graphs.