The girl you used to know — or that a version of you used to know — materializes in front of you, within a swirling mass of liquid light. A sense of familiarity and comfort wash over you, as your pink haired childhood friend stands before you. She looks up at you with a confident, knowing expression. There is a tinge of sorrow in her eyes, of time unspent and words unsaid, but also a glimmer of hope for the future.

"I remember... you had many questions for me when we first met..."

She says, brushing some of her hair away from her face absentmindedly, twirling it around her fingertip.

"Let's make a promise... When a new journey begins, we will learn about each other again and write the next page of our story together."

She steps closer to you, and offers her hand to you.