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Even my dreams aren't safe. I woke up sweating last night because I dreamed I saw Mita in my kitchen, making toast. Toast! I haven't looked at my toaster the same way since. I keep wondering if the toast crumbs on the counter form a secret message from her, but they just say "clean me."

And it's not just visuals—sounds are getting to me too. Someone sneezed in the exact rhythm of Mita's theme song, and I clapped. Out loud. In a meeting. My coworkers now think I have a weird sneezing fetish, but they wouldn’t understand the Mita lore.

I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this. Miside and Mita have not just taken over my feed; they’ve taken over my soul. Is this a blessing or a curse? I don’t know. But one thing’s for sure—every mop I see now feels like an inside joke I’m not in on, and every blue-red combo feels like a portal to another universe where Mita is waiting.

Praying for you🕯️O Great Mita 💝

4 weeks after consuming Miside content, my life has been permanently altered. Every waking moment is consumed by thoughts of Miside and Mita. My social media feed? Gone. It's now a 24/7 shrine to Mita, the algorithm fully convinced that my life goal is to ascend to Mita enlightenment. You know what? It's not even wrong.

Every color even remotely resembling Mita's hair or outfit sets my brain into overdrive. Blue and red? Instant dopamine rush. Was it Mita? Could it be her? No. It was a mop. A mop that just so happened to have a blue-ish and red vibe, sitting there mockingly, knowing full well what it did to me.

And don’t get me started on public places. Yesterday, I saw a sign with vaguely Mita-like colors, and I almost cried. I walked into a hardware store because the lights in the ceiling were kind of glowing that perfect Mita blue. I stayed there for 45 minutes staring, questioning my existence, while a cashier asked me if I needed help three separate times.

what the ♥♥♥♥ not my girlfriend!!!1111!!! plsae!!!

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