The cool air of the mall kissed bare skin with every step, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the bright overhead lights. Shoppers bustled around, eyes wide with shock, amusement, or awkward attempts to look away. The polished tiles felt smooth underfoot, and every sound—the distant clatter of a dropped bag, the soft buzz of conversations—seemed magnified against the vulnerability of nakedness. Passing by racks of clothes, mannequins ironically better dressed, there was a strange mix of liberation and deep self-consciousness, as if moving through a surreal dream where rules no longer applied. Every mirror and glass storefront reflected the audacity of it all—a figure unhidden, weaving through a sea of fabric and judgment.