Currently, Kairi's mother, Ayaka, is still guiding me. She slowly supports me, like a small child just learning to walk again. One step after another, and I nearly stumble.
And honestly… if I really told her who I truly am, she might collapse on the spot.
How could she not? The woman she's holding onto right now isn't her only daughter. Not the Kairi she raised, hugged, and loved for years. But me—Selene.
And strangely, the longer I'm with her, the more it feels like this body isn't just a vessel. It's alive. It speaks. It reacts.
Should I tell her?
I let out a short sigh. More than a week ago, when I regained consciousness and almost blurted something out, the doctor just thought it was a side effect of the medication. "Post-amnesia disorientation," he said.
My real world was treated as a hallucination.
Funny, isn't it? The world where I grew up is nothing more than a neurochemical disturbance in this world.
"Ayaka…"
"Hm? What is it, dear Kairi?" she replied softly.
