Good morning.
I guess I really miss her. It's strange. I was always more of a Tako; never even membered Gura and yet she's come back out of my subconcious to dominate my thoughts.

She came to me in a dream. I was in the back seat of an unknown car, packed in with family, familiar and unfamiliar. "After all this time, is it really okay? I feel like I shouldn't." Gura assures me it's fine from the seat in front of me but I don't lift my head to look. We must have spoken in the events leading up to this moment but that's not where the dream started. This is the first time the artist formerly known as Gawr Gura spoke to me.
She's comes off warm and friendly through text. During my tenure at Cover, (Holostars? Staff? Just more details left blank) we'd exchanged messages over projects and sometimes shared memes. She wasn't cold or aloof, quite the opposite, but neither was she available. I never pushed things. Her face, much like her personal thoughts were just part of the mystery. However all that protocol is in the past. She's free now and somehow, she wants to catch up with me in person.
We arrive at some quaint little midwestern church and the car is gone. I overcome my aprehension to finally behold them...