New stories about Cinderella - fog of the forgotten names

In this version, the city is wrapped in a soft, persistent fog — the kind that erases edges and steals names from buildings. Cinderella walks through it like a rumor, her silhouette dissolving and reforming with every step.
She carries a small notebook filled with names she has rescued from the mist: old street signs, faded shop titles, fragments of people who once lived in the windows she passes. The ghost carriage arrives without sound, its wheels turning like memories trying to return.
Inside, she finds a single glowing word — her own name, rewritten in a script she doesn’t recognize. She understands then that identity is not given; it is recovered, letter by letter, from the fog.