Okay, this is a bit chaotic. Is anyone lost?
Well, so am I.
Let's rewind a little.
It's opulence dark, grim and sinister.
The castle stood conspicuously at the center, surrounded by a ring of fire, volcanoes erupted around it like gysers.
Bats and weirdly shaped creature flew around the green skies.
Trees were nowhere in sight with fruits that look like pomegranates grew from what looked like weirdly shaped vines.
Must be heaven.
I wanted to say: finally, it's all over.
But, I can't help but feel frustrated.
I can't believe it's over.
Dead.
Just like that. If you've ever had a life like mine, it's better to be a maniac,
seriously.
Who wants to be a goody-two shoes?
Here, keep it.
I sat dejectedly at hard red grass. Iwas gonna stay there for a moments peace.
But. Who am I kidding?
Ever since I was born , I should have known it. There'sno such thing as till death do us part: I'm unlucky.
Unsurprisingly, a large roar was heard behind me as a shadow bigger than me overshadowed me. This is truly heartbreaking, I cried.
Without looking back , I took to the skies, my feet lighter than ever before. I don't care if I'm dead or not. What I'm sure of is that I'm not entertaining a new way to die, I thought.
After, a marathon , I realized I ran all the way to the entrance of that castle.
With, no other choice (???), I sighed and walked straight towards the grand entrance of the castle. Though , it was black to its smallest nail, it was still decorated in gold. The whole palace looked grimly solemn with it grand poise.
I walked through corridors and hallways, going upstairs to the highest floor. I toured around the place, there was no one stopping at all, so I surveyed the area.
The place gave a haunting allure decorated in rare and ancient valuable artifacts. It was a weirdly captivating place- giving me an unsettling dread and at the very last corridor was a large gold-laiden door screaming :
you can't afford me, you must not break me.
I pushed it open gently, its opulence blinding me.
Inside was a grand throne room and a gorgeous woman with badum assets sat on a skull throne.
Her eyes droopy as the black shawl lazily draped over her body. Her head nodding off. Before, jumping awake , her mesmerizing scarlet eyes looked at me and a surreal feeling made my head throbb.
" ugh", I groaned.
I have never seen anything like it, it was beautiful as rubies and marvelous as red roses. Something about it , drives me down my memory lane.
Jogging my memory,
my brain flashed scenes before me:
About a girl in a strange world working in tall houses that reaches to the sky owned by evil lords with evil squires lording over their servants with lots of work and little pay. Corrupted government that over taxes its people and living in a house with bad neighbors. The girl was an old maid , too. Over 25 and still unmarried, no wonder she died lonely.
She was an orphan.
It was a strange vision. Even more strange is that I knew things about her. Her preference, personality and her life.
Like, I was her and I've lived her life. It was strange and baffling realization. Mind you, I've been a good girl my whole life.
All I did was study, socialize, eat, and sleep.
My name is Liz, and for as long as I can remember, I've had the most terrible memory.
There were times I would wake up and find I had done things I couldn't recall—strange as it sounds, entire weeks have slipped by with me sleepwalking. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, lest they too think I'm strange.
But this time feels different.
Well, I came here a bit different, too;
my head rolled.
Now, everything feels off-kilter, as if the world around me has shifted in ways I can't quite grasp.
Back to reality: