I can't seem to get enough air. My legs are numb, and my fingers are shaking uncontrollably. All I see are trees, and every now and again I almost run into one. How could my own sister do anything like that? I'm not sure she even knew I was her sister; I mean, she heard me say it but received no answer. This had happened because my sister found out about that other dimension, which happened to be mine. The one where I had previously lived in. I was the one who realized there were other dimensions after waking up in a big bed one day. I opened my eyes to see a chandelier made of big crystals. It was so lovely that I couldn't take my gaze away from it for even a second. When I heard wheels outside the bedroom, I pulled my eyes away from the chandelier. I leapt to my feet and sat down on the gigantic bed, which had a golden metal frame and delicate white silk covers. "Where am I?" I hesitated. "It may be a dream," I thought to myself, because I recalled sleeping in my own bed that night. Of course, it wasn't as good as this. My father and I had lived in a little village in the town of niveria. I had light brown hair and hazel eyes that were quite thin.