She selected .

Not to the app—to herself .

And then, at the bottom, in smaller text:

She was lying in bed, scrolling past photos of her ex—him smiling with someone new, her arm around his neck. The old Lena would have felt a dull ache, then moved on. But the new Lena reached for her phone.

One morning, she chose —a sepia glow that left her hollow and yearning. The next, Righteousness —a blinding white that made her argue with a barista about oat milk.

Below it, a list. She’d expected the usual suspects: joy, trust, anticipation. But these were different.