eugemma
eugemma
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eugemma · 2 years ago
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Prologue
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- ‘Wakey wakey. Your dreamland has come to an end.’
ㅀㅀㅀAfter 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.
ㅀㅀㅀWhile trying to catch a breath, Gemma tilted her head, scanning her surroundings—which was a chaotic classroom—and 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 ‘where in the world am I right now?’
ㅀㅀㅀOnly 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.
ă…€ă…€ă…€â€œBut where?” she murmured to herself.
ă…€ă…€ă…€â€œWhat do you mean where, Gem?” 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.
ㅀㅀㅀThe girl stretched her arms, handing Gemma two candies with different colour each; blue and red. “This,” she continued, “is the realm of where you blindly decide your fortune.”
ㅀㅀㅀThe very first thing Gemma did was rushing to the hallway—where couples of white curtains are installed to cover the windows—and 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.
ㅀㅀㅀShe moved her glance swiftly over the banners hung at the side of the corridor. ‘School Spring Festival’ it said.
ㅀㅀㅀSo what is it about that?
ă…€ă…€ă…€â€œThis is bad. It supposed to be Summer by now,” Gemma spoke to herself as she took baby steps backward, away from the frightening sights.
ă…€ă…€ă…€â€œNo, there’s no way I came across to this world,” she muttered in fear. “I- I don’t belong to this forgery creation of mine.”
- eugemma, 2023.
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