A light suddenly blinded me, I couldn't see anything. I opened and closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to regain my sight. Little by little, the brightness began to fade, finally I could see everything clearly.
In front of me was a woman in her twenties or thirties, with her green hair pulled back in an elegant hairstyle, as if it were a ponytail. She was beautiful, her presence radiated a mixture of serenity and delicacy. However, what struck me most was her expression, a combination of happiness and sadness, a duality that I did not understand. The strangest thing was her attire, a maid's outfit that looked like something out of another era, very different from a simple cosplay costume. Her costume was worn out, as if it had been worn for many years.
I looked around and noticed that the room was completely different from any modern place. Instead of electric lights, there were lit candles illuminating the room with a soft, flickering light. The furnishings, the ambiance, everything seemed to be taken from an ancient time.
"Ha'e peteĩ mitãkuimba'e, karaikuéra," said the green-haired woman, in a voice that was warm to me, but incomprehensible.
Her language was completely unknown to me, I was more lost than ever.
What was going on here?
Suddenly, a male voice broke the silence.
"Aver, ehechauka chéve che ra'y, please, Lylia," someone said from the back of the room.
I turned my head and saw a man approaching. He was about 40 years old, with black hair and thin like me. His face radiated confidence and experience, as if he were someone who had lived a lot and seen more than I could ever imagine. His smile was friendly, but what puzzled me was that, although his presence was imposing, his suit was visibly worn, almost in ruins.
Before I could react, the man carried me in his arms with ease. I was overcome with a mixture of revulsion and confusion. I could smell the sweat on his body, as if he had been working hard.
Why was he carrying me, and how could he do it so easily if we were both thin?
"Rogueraha nde sy rendápe, che ahayhuetéva Kaini," the man murmured in a soft voice, as he carried me towards a woman I had not noticed before.
She was beautiful, with European features and light hair that fell in soft waves. She looked to be in her early twenties, her face reflecting a mixture of joy and weariness. Her smile was warm, but behind it was a hint of exhaustion, as if she had been going through something difficult.
The man pulled me close to her, and as she looked at me, the woman smiled tenderly.
"Kaini, che ra'y porã," she said in a soft, sweet voice.
All this was too much. I wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, but when I tried to speak, the only thing that came out of my mouth was a weak.
"vaa..."
Wait, was that my voice?
"Nanana..."
I stammered, unable to utter any coherent words. I was overcome with fear. I tried to free myself from the arms of the man holding me, but it was at that moment that I noticed something even more terrifying. My hands were small, much smaller than I remembered.
What was going on here?!