Synopsis

A disquiet settled upon her, a fog of forgotten moments clinging to the edges of her awareness. She found it then – Mytho’s heart shard, nestled within the confines of a drawer. It pulsed with an unsettling light, a silent question echoing in the stillness: *Who are you, truly?* The query hung unanswered, a chasm within her she could not bridge. A tremor of uncertainty ran through her as she considered revealing a truth, a hidden identity. Should she tell Mytho she was Princess Tutu? But