On that very same night, Meadow roused from slumber, her eyes gradually opening to a world that materialized around her. She blinked repeatedly, struggling to focus, and was startled to find a warm, salty liquid coursing down her cheeks. The sight before her was undeniably wrong, and she was acutely aware of it.
'What is happening?' she wondered, bewildered by the surreal scene. Her gaze was drawn to Casper, who knelt with his back turned, unleashing anguished wails.
Meadow's voice quivered with confusion as she sought answers. "What does this mean?"
