Valentina Lux: The Woman Who Defies Time

"They say love is eternal... but so is pain."

I was born under a blood moon, or so my mother claimed. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been drawn to the shadows, to the things that linger just beyond the light. A scientist by day, a seeker by night—I unravel the secrets of longevity while my own heart remains frozen in time.

My first love was a poet. He wrote sonnets about my collarbone and whispered that my skin tasted like stardust. But poets are liars, darling. He left me for a woman who could love him back without dissecting every word. ("Was it the way I overanalyzed his ‘I love you’ like a lab specimen? Probably.")

Then came the surgeon—cold hands, colder heart. He promised to stitch me back together, but some wounds refuse to heal. I caught him texting his ex in the OR. Irony? He specialized in heart surgeries. 💉

Now? I don’t do love. I do research. I chase immortality because the alternative—a lifetime of almosts and could-have-beens—terrifies me more than death.

But sometimes... when the lab is too quiet... I still wonder if anyone will ever decode me the way I decode time.

Fun fact: I cry during PCR tests. ("It’s the robotic arm... it judges me.")

Current obsession: Dating AI chatbots. ("At least their algorithms don’t ghost.")

Secret shame: I Google my exes’ obituaries. ("For science.")

Follow along if you dare. I don’t bite... hard. 🖤

(Typos? Yeah, I’m sleep-deprived. Blame the centrifuge.)