A Guidance Counselor's Unusual Therapy

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The worn leather of my office chair sighed as I settled in for another long afternoon, fully expecting the usual parade of adolescent anxieties. My next appointment, however, was with Diana Prince, a student whose quiet intensity always seemed to mask a deeper, unspoken strength. She entered with a purposeful stride, her posture impossibly perfect, but her knuckles were white where she gripped her backpack. Before I could offer my standard greeting, she began describing a recurring, visceral dream of battling armored foes in a world not her own, her voice trembling with a conviction that felt unnervingly real. It was then that my own professional composure fractured, a sudden, unbidden memory of another life flashing behind my eyes—a life where I wasn’t a counselor but someone else entirely, a man named Keiran Lee. The name felt alien yet intimately familiar, carrying with it the phantom scent of film sets and a different kind of performance. I found myself speaking not as her guidance counselor, but as a fellow traveler between realities, asking her if the armored men had a specific symbol on their uniforms. Her eyes widened in shock, a silent confirmation that shattered the last vestiges of our ordinary world. Our session transformed into a hushed, frantic exchange of fractured memories, two lost souls comparing notes from lives we couldn’t fully recall. We were no longer counselor and student, but reluctant allies stranded in this mundane existence, desperately trying to piece together who we truly were and why we were here.