Unreal; that was the first thing that Kyra could get from where she was.
After the Soul of magic had fainted, she had opened her eyes to see herself in an unfamiliar surrounding; and it wasn't just because it was nowhere close to the bedroom she had fallen down in.
Thing is, Kyra understood things there; but she didn’t understand anything at the same time too. She could feel the heat of the sun on her skin and see the burning ball in the sky. But somehow, she knew that it was only an imitation. The same thing went for the air, the sound, the balance; everything that made a space what it was. They looked and felt real; but they were somehow not real.
"Where am I?" she said to herself, her voice surprisingly coming out in an echo. "What is going on?"
The Soul of magic finally stopped up
