Chapter 1

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Fluffy pink clouds roll over the blue-green meadows, a strange, spotted white sort of grass growing there. Amongst this grass lays a human, whom we might call Y/N. The grass tickles their cheek, their eyes closed in unconsciousness. Suddenly they bolt up, looking around at their surroundings. The yellow orange sky draws their attention, and their E/C eyes widen as they realize they are no longer in a familiar place. 

'Is this a dream?' Y/N thinks as they sit up, the grass soft beneath their hands. They see a black, bird like figure fly in the sky... it looks like... moth man? It flies by quickly, too quick to notice. Y/N spots a road, one finally a color of the ones on Y/N's human world, Earth. It's a gray, gravel road that runs through the fields, leading to who knows where. As any lost person would do, Y/N follows it, hoping to spot someone to help them. They step onto the road, only to realize that they have no shoes, but then only to be relieved that the road is a soft, foam-y texture. 

After following the road for quite some time, Y/N meets a forest. The trees change color as the leaves cascade down, but their shape resembles that of a coniferous tree, that is to say probably resembles a pine tree or some variety of spruce. Small, white speckled red mushrooms dot the path, which surprises Y/N. Of all things to be resembling their world, a mushroom? They wonder if were they to eat it if it would kill them, and would the sweet release of death come? They decided not to ponder such things, and to instead continue deeper into the trees.

They find a small cottage house a ways in, brown stones stacked haphazardly together to make a misshapen exterior look, white logs used as a roof. The logs were coated in pink and light blue moss, making it feel even more unreal. Y/N knocks on the door, only to be greeted with silence. There appears to be nobody home, so Y/N decides to explore further.

Behind the house lies a cliff and below that a stream, purple water filtering over black, yellow, and white rocks. It almost reminds you of something.... although they forget what. It seems strange, but... ever since they've arrived, they've lost all recollection of their life once before. They know what their world looked like, and their name and date of birth, but other than that they were left clueless what life had been like them before. They absentmindedly walk along the cliff, not watching where they were stepping. They slip, falling, and the world goes black.


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