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A new message appeared below the dial, written in the same elegant sans-serif:

Lena’s reflection stared back at her from the dark phone screen—tired, flat, and achingly neutral. Another Tuesday, another gray sky, another day of feeling… nothing much at all. XtraMood

The emotion hit like a freight train. Her jaw clenched. Her vision sharpened. Every slight, every silence, every forgotten anniversary—it all came rushing back with such crystalline fury that she threw a glass against the wall. It shattered beautifully. She watched the pieces glitter on the floor, heart pounding, and thought: Finally. A new message appeared below the dial, written

The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, only to realize you can’t tell your past self. and achingly neutral. Another Tuesday