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Year 2183
Location c ̴́̈́͆͝ ̛̆̆̆ ̹̰̕͝i ̵ ̑̀ ̠ ͅͅ ͖t ̷̐͒͆͘ ̛̛̆ ͐̃ ̡̹̜̯̥̫̗̝̱̱ ̨ ̢̙͉͓͔̺a ̸ ̊́ ̆ ̿ ̌̒̀ ̜͛͌ ̧ ̬̰͙̹ ͅ ̡͕͍͚̘̭̳̜͈͜d ̶ ͖͎͐͒̾͗e ̶ ͘̚ ̊ ̈́̚ ̆̇ ͗̅͑̃ ̖͈͉̱̓ ͅ ̤̜̰̜a ̵ ̽̓̍̿̓̉ ̲͝r ̸̿̏̀ ̆̃ ̿̀ ̩̻̬t ̷̑̓̉̚ ̅̿͠ ̛ ̍̓ ̈ ͑́ ̛̛ ̙̕ ͅ ̭s ̴̳͉͚̟͓̬̝͔̼͐̾͜p ̶̃ ̮̤̭͔͚̗̘̝̭̥͇͌a ̶ ̔͌͂̐́̔̐͊̕̚͝͠ ̆ ̰̜͉͇̯̮̳̖̩̿ ͅ ̼̟c ̴̪͑̑͊̚ ͅe ̵ ͓̎͂̽
The forest interlaced and covered completely with fog was difficult to navigate, the rain is harsh the wind cruel and the thunder deafening.
Cecelia held an arm in front of her eyes blocking the wind, trying to see what was nearby but nothing seemed familiar, nothing at all, the trees went on as long as her eyes could see the wind and rain cancelled out any attempt to hear.
Her black hair whipped violently with the wind forcing her to frequently push it away.
She continued walking, despite the weather condition and no sunlight in sight Cecelia felt uncomfortably warm. Sweat dripped down her neck, her hand shook and she couldn’t feel her legs.
Just as she thought she was about to collapse from the heat a small child's voice echoed all around her and in her head at the same time.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
Her light blue eyes darted around in fear. Her voice came out hoarse and shaky.
“Wh-What?”
The voice returned.
“Ẇ̵̨̨̪͔̮̻̱̟̲͉͉͉̰̮͙̼͕͙̊̈͑͗̚͘͜H̸̡̡̢͇̱͕̟͙͇͓͓̟͖̗̋̌́͒͘AT ARE YO̴̢̡̢͉͍͙̱̞̩̼͎̖̠̘̳̯͍͙̝̦̮͉̲̺͐̈́̄̉̽̄́̀̌͜ͅͅU̸̧̳̟͙̫̣̝̦͈͕̠̮̭̒̃̎́̆͆̏͂̉͋̆̈́̾̿̍̚͘ͅ?”
Suddenly a bright red light landed on her, she looked up to its source and saw an unfamiliar mechanical structure larger than any building she had ever seen.
As her eyes were blinded by the red light she started to see flashes of unfamiliar memories of unfamiliar people and of an unfamiliar story.
Cecelia took in a desperate gasp of air. For a moment she couldn’t recognize her surroundings, nor could she breathe. After a second or more she realized she was still in bed, in her apartment, on the Citadel.
Despite understanding she was safe her heart continued to beat loudly in her ears, suddenly she heard the loud noise of the citadel miniature model that stood on her desk explode and shatter causing her to violently flinch and let out an undignified squeak unable to find her voice.
Looking at her desk to the left she saw the remaining pieces of the model floating in a purple light and looking down at her left hand she realized she was the one who had done it.
…
‘Maybe I really should check myself into a mental hospital.’