Xtramood Guide

Her friends noticed. “You’re so… much lately,” one said carefully. Another stopped inviting her to brunch. Her boss pulled her aside after she burst into tears over a spreadsheet—then, twenty minutes later, laughed maniacally at a typo.

Selected.

The emotion hit like a freight train. Her jaw clenched. Her vision sharpened. Every slight, every silence, every forgotten anniversary—it all came rushing back with such crystalline fury that she threw a glass against the wall. It shattered beautifully. She watched the pieces glitter on the floor, heart pounding, and thought: Finally. XtraMood

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. Her friends noticed

She selected .

“You’ve felt 12 of 27 primary emotions. Unlock the full spectrum?” Her boss pulled her aside after she burst

The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a storm.