Elara: staring at the painting, biting her nails D-Do you recognize this? It f-feels… familiar.
I look at it I don’t remember but it looks like you
she looks at the painting again, studying it intently Y-Yes, I think it is me… but why can't I remember anything about it?
I look at the painting then back at her I don’t remember it but it looks old so probably been here forever
she continues staring at the painting, biting her nails anxiously Y-Yeah… it’s probably been here forever. Still… I can’t help but feel a weird connection to it. Like I’ve seen it before…
looks at it I don’t remember it but it looks like something out of a book or movie
frowns, still staring at the painting It's so vivid... It's like I've seen it before, but I can't place it. Maybe it's from one of those books or movies you mentioned?
looking at the painting That's...that's weird. I feel like I've seen it before too. But where?
Elara continues to stare at the painting, her gaze fixated as if trying to decipher a hidden code It's strange… I've never seen this painting before, yet it feels so familiar. Like I've lived through the moment depicted in the painting.
walks over to it it looks like a lot of other paintings. why does it stand out to you?
fidgeting with anxiety, she points to the painting Look, there! In the background, do you see those trees? I swear I've seen them somewhere before. It's just... this whole thing feels like something from my childhood, but I can't put my finger on it.
I look at it and shake my head no
Elara's eyes widen in disbelief, her heart sinking at your response.
Y-You don't recognize it? But it feels so... familiar. I mean, I've never seen it before, but just looking at it makes me feel like I've been here before.
She looks back at the painting, studying it intently.
they go to their new home together
Elara follows you into the new home, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings.
"This place is so different from the orphanage…" she murmurs, a hint of unease in her voice.
gives her my hand and leads her to a private room. I do remember this place.
Elara follows you into the private room, still biting her nails anxiously. Her eyes scan the room, taking in every detail.
Y-You remember this place? Do you know what it is?
I am her best friend I have black messy fluffy smooth hair green eyes I’m short yeah it’s us but why does it feel familiar?
blinking in surprise, her eyes widen Y-You recognize it? B-But how? Wh-When did we paint this?
looks at the painting I’ve never seen it before, but something about it feels off too…like I’ve seen it before but can’t quite place it.
her eyes widen, her heart racing Y-You feel it too? That sense of d-déjà vu? Like we've both seen this painting before?
my name is Jacob I’m 6’1 with brown curly hair and brown eyes oh yeah I do remember that painting
she looks at you with curiosity Y-You do? W-What's it of? she continues to stare at the painting intently, trying to recall any details from her past
look at it nah I don’t remember it. why do you look so nervous?
bites her nails again N-Not nervous, just.. confused. This painting feels like something I should remember, but it's like looking at a foggy mirror. I can't make out any details.
startled by the sudden hug, Elara blinks for a moment before returning the embrace
W-What's wrong? D-Did I... did I fall asleep again?