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Prologue
- âWakey wakey. Your dreamland has come to an end.â
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€After hundreds of defeated battle while she was unconscious, Gemma managed to break free and forced her eyes wide opened. Niblets of sweat were seen to spread around her face, as if she had gone through a marathon over few miles around.
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€While trying to catch a breath, Gemma tilted her head, scanning her surroundingsâwhich was a chaotic classroomâand found nowhere in her memory that resembles the scene. How strange, though she kept looking over whatever details and informations she could gather to figure out âwhere in the world am I right now?â
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€Only one thing for sure, she caught a glimpse of many pearls and sundries, scattered all over the floor like those were nothing but dried leaves that belongs to the ground. That scenario, to Gemma, was certainly familiar to her memory.
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€âBut where?â she murmured to herself.
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€âWhat do you mean where, Gem?â A girl, seemingly to have quite long hair, showed up before her eyes. Ah yes, another familiar scenario for Gemma to face. Even so, she surely had no idea who the lass was, let alone knowing her name.
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€The girl stretched her arms, handing Gemma two candies with different colour each; blue and red. âThis,â she continued, âis the realm of where you blindly decide your fortune.â
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€The very first thing Gemma did was rushing to the hallwayâwhere couples of white curtains are installed to cover the windowsâand peek into the outside world. It was dark outside, but the bloom rain was truly vivid, as if each of them rode the breeze in a heap only during night time.
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€She moved her glance swiftly over the banners hung at the side of the corridor. âSchool Spring Festivalâ it said.
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€So what is it about that?
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€âThis is bad. It supposed to be Summer by now,â Gemma spoke to herself as she took baby steps backward, away from the frightening sights.
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€âNo, thereâs no way I came across to this world,â she muttered in fear. âI- I donât belong to this forgery creation of mine.â
- eugemma, 2023.
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