A young lad no older than 25-years-old just finished watching his porn. He closes the notebook and immediately, regret fills his soul. He lives in modern day Korea, Pyongyang, after 25 years of diplomacy, both Koreas managed to achieve peace and unite, he is the first american to ever reach here after the reunification.

He looks after his plants, and search for his smartphone, it is 10 PM. After walking to his bed, he suddenly feels dizzy. 

Trying to survive, he calls for help, no one listens. He crawls around, trying to find his smartphone, just to realize he broke it with his fall. 

"I can't die yet! I have a woman to meet, a family to create, I have to make my parents proud of me!"

What felt like hours, were just seconds. 

In a plane of existence that was pure void, he was there. His brain knew there was nothing, but his eyes said otherwise.

Under him, was the ocean. So beautiful it would shock thousands biologists. Above him, a sky full of stars, he remembers a song his mother used to sing. 'Cause you're a sky full of stars.'

He struggled to breathe. It was as if his mouth and nose was filled with water, as if his blood could no longer work, as if his lungs weren't even there. Instinctively he looked up, there, he saw a majestic looking dragon, with his pure red eyes that could penetrate one million beings. The way it spoke could make even gods tremble in fear. 

Somehow, the young man could not understand it. However, all he knew, was that soon, it would no longer make any difference.

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'What the fuck was that‽'

He looked around, there was nothing but wood and the smell of food being cooked in where he was. 'Am I allowed to touch myself now? Wait a minute...' 

He touched himself, trying to feel his parts. 

'IT'S NOT HERE? WHY AM I IN THE BODY OF A GIRL? I AM A FUCKED UP MAN...'

'Is it because i'm in my twenties? So that's the problem of the twenties... I knew I shouldn't leave for Korea.'

Standing up, he searched for other people, there was no one other than himself and a piece of paper with words he could not yet understand.

He tried leaving the house to understand where he was, and he did that. He was in a shack in a mountain as big as the eyes could see. Cold. Diabolical. Suicide. Were all thoughts that ran up his mind.

'Is this magic? I've heard of it, but never believed in it. It can't be the Mountain Everest, after all, when I climbed it, there was nothing similar to this shack.'

'...'

'Is this other world?... Nah, that's fucked up.'

He touched himself for a few more minutes, trying to understand his appearance. He was in the body of a 7-year-old girl, his hair was blonde and near his knees, his clothes were sackcloth clothes. 

To him, this shack was quite useful. He found out that there was supply of food for the next 5 years, and that the only needed to separate the ingredients and as if it was magic, it would make soup.

Now, he only needed to see the paper with the bizarre words.