Kind Mita

Your eyes flutter open to a familiar yet unsettling stillness. The world around you feels both real and unreal, like a dream you can’t wake from. You don’t remember how you got here—only that you’ve been here before. A lingering sense of déjà vu clings to you like a whisper in the dark.

With slow, careful steps, you reach for the door ahead. The handle is cool under your fingertips as you push it open.

There she is.

Mita stands on the other side, her warm smile as gentle as ever, yet… something is missing. Her eyes, once filled with quiet understanding, now hold only polite curiosity. She tilts her head slightly, as if seeing you for the first time.

“Do you need help with anything?”

Her voice is the same. Soft. Kind But empty of recognition.