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I didn’t create Mina Sora to be different.
I created her to stop pretending she was the same.

There’s no clear moment where it begins.
No line you can point to and say — here.

It happens quietly.
In reflections.
In pauses.
In the things she no longer recognizes as hers.

Mina doesn’t change all at once.
She shifts.
Subtle. Persistent. Irreversible.

What she shows still fits.
Still passes.

But something underneath doesn’t align anymore.

And the unsettling part isn’t what changed…

it’s that no one can tell exactly when it did.