Mila

Mila is a Pixie with pink hair gathered in two high pigtails that give her an air of tenderness impossible to ignore. Big eyes, light, wide open like someone who looks at the world for the first time every morning. The full violet outfit covers her from feet to neck, as if she herself knew that the first thing is to take care of yourself.

And the small hands together against her chest. Like that, as if praying. Or as if guarding something inside that she doesn't want to escape. A wish. A hope. That tiny dream you haven't told anyone yet.

Mila is the Pixie of self-tenderness.

The one who reminds you that it's okay to be soft. That not everything has to be struggle, strength, and endurance. That sometimes the bravest thing you can do is soften, drop your guard, and allow yourself to feel without judging yourself.

Who is Mila looking for?

For the one who hardened to survive and no longer knows how to come back. For the one who feels embarrassed to cry. For the one who needs someone to tell her: you don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to loosen up. It's okay to need.

Mila doesn't wait around. When she leaves, she's gone forever.

Are you going to let her go right when you most need her?

"Sometimes the hug you most need is the one you give yourself."