On a day like any other, she wakes to find herself in a city of wind and water-a dreamscape of airy rooms and vine-laced windows, where the wind sweeps, the grass ripples, and the currents rush. Nothing ever stills; everything drifts, sways, and stirs. It feels foreign, yet familiar-like something she almost remembers. Too real for a dream.
And then-she opens her eyes. In a windowless room.
The walls do not speak. The door is always locked. Someone put her here. Someone is waiting.