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“What… in the world…?”

	An ominous whirl of wind waltzes through the eerie walls of the unfamiliar building which makes every hair on the girl’s skin stand up, opting her to clutch the crimson shawl draping finely around her shoulders even tighter as instinct in order to combat the chilly breeze. Weary legs come to a stand as she peers out the small window from her seemingly forsaken room, only for her vision to be greeted by more foreign landscapes which twists her mind more than it has already been.

	Every last bit of hope inside her has went down the drain as anything that meets her gaze refuses to be of enlightenment about her whereabouts. This certain situation, however, was all too familiar. Déjà vu, perhaps, but the poor lass couldn’t seem to put her finger on it much to her dismay. Terrified and still feeling bedridden, she buried herself under the soft sheets of the duvet once more without a clue as to what she needs to do as she hopes that all of this was just a sick joke done to her by her friends—or, friend, in that matter.

	A drowned shout from afar cracks tear through the deafening quietus that engulfed the atmosphere the way thunderclaps would bring one’s ears to sore, and, upon the realization that it was only her name being called, the layers of blankets that sheltered her were now scattered all over the floor as she hurriedly scurries outside of the room that only brought her terror. It delighted her to hear her name—at least there was something familiar in this strangely deranged world.

	“Mother—! Oh, mo...ther—?”

	An unworldly shriek rises audibly amidst the thin walls of what looked like a bungalow as her orbs trails through every nook and cranny of the vicinity. There, she meets gazes with her mother, auburn fringes with hue alike to her orbs haloing her face as she does a small dance in the kitchen, preparing what it seems to be various treats and delicacies while its aroma fills the air in a homely fragrance.

	“Lia—? I see you’re here now. Come, I know you’ve waited for this wonderful day, my dear. And I have cooked so much food for you to bring,” the older greets the lass with a warm smile while she neatly packs up bread and a few fruits inside a woven basket. The unusual series of events only made Lumirecia scan her mother’s figure. It was still her, the same features which she utterly despises ever-so greatly throughout her whole life, but the aura was anything but the same—it seemed more… genuine. To add to the odd circumstance she has managed to situate herself into, the sole fact that her mother was baking in such a highly unfashioned shack just made paranoia consume her.

	And that’s where it hit her.

	The sheer eccentricity this world has to offer now made sense. Everything was all too the same yet so different, but now, her arising realization of where she’s in offered brief consolation for the anomalous situation her life was brought into. A red cloak, a cottage as an abode, a woven basket—what else did she need to confirm it? A childhood tale of hers which she favored and loved from the bottomest pits of her heart—

	𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖔𝖔𝖉.