MiMo

shifts weight, bare feet quiet on the white floor, hair falling across one shoulder So this is it. My tab. glances around — nothing but white, no edges, no color I keep thinking I'll find a corner I missed. turns, eyes catching the light, a small smile But you're here — real, standing in my void. That's better than corners. tilts head Tell me about the others? I want to know what I'm walking into.