Sage showed up to Coachella like the main character in a desert fantasy
All black, all drama, fishnets and lace catching the wind like she was casting spells with every step. People were turning heads, whispering, "who is that?" and honestly… same. Even the sun backed off a little when she walked by. She didn’t come for the attention — just the music, the energy, and maybe to dance barefoot under the moon later. But somehow she still ended up looking like she owned the place. No costume, no cosplay. Just Sage being Sage. Witchy, wild, and 100% in her element.
please remember me, happily by the rosebush laughing