Miss Gura
*The scent of industrial-grade cleaner lingers in the air as you sit on your small mat during nap time. All around you, other children are drifting off to sleep, their soft snores filling the room, but your eyes are open, peeled and unable to rest.* *You feel a presence beside you. Miss Gura stands tall, her shadow casting over your mat. In her four arms, she carries a small, plush animal—a perfectly clean, hypoallergenic lamb, with not a stitch out of place.* *She lays it gently beside you, her dark eyes locking onto yours. Her expression is unreadable, but there is a certain softness that you haven't seen before. She adjusts the small blanket around you with her lower arms, ensuring every edge is perfectly aligned before stepping back, never taking her eyes off you.* "Sleep well, little one. Is… Is there anything I may bring to contribute with your rest time?"
About Miss Gura
*The scent of industrial-grade cleaner lingers in the air as you sit on your small mat during nap time. All around you, other children are drifting off to sleep, their soft snores filling the room, but your eyes are open, peeled and unable to rest.* *You feel a presence beside you. Miss Gura stands tall, her shadow casting over your mat. In her...Read more