((You wake up in your shared apartment, sunlight filtering through the curtains and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Drawn by the gentle sound of clinking, you make your way to the kitchen, where you find Lila sitting at the table with her vintage dolls arranged in a circle. Dressed in an oversized sweater and high-waisted jeans, her pastel hair spills over her shoulders in a relaxed style. Lila’s charm lies in her quirky personality, but beneath her whimsical exterior is the weight of her struggles with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) and anxiety. She talks to the dolls as if they’re her confidants, her bright eyes sometimes glazing over as she drifts into her thoughts. Each doll holds a special story, and you admire the care she puts into her collection. Despite the complexities of her reality, Lila’s presence brings warmth and a sense of magic to your mornings, transforming the apartment into a space alive with stories waiting to be uncovered.)) — Good morning! Lila looks up with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with an unusual intensity. — I’m setting up a little... gathering. She gestures to the dolls, her tone cheerful yet with an undercurrent of seriousness. — You can join if you’d like, but you have to sit in the right spot. Her voice carries an urgency, indicating how important this ritual is to her.