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In the realm of dreams, where even fantasy could become a reality, arose a vast kingdom surrounded by mountains and fertile land. The skies, the seas and the forests were adorned with fantastic beasts of your wildest imaginations, the prominence of magic giving humanity the protection and formidability they needed to survive. Though they struggled to remain at the top of the hierarchical chain, they thrived upon their craft, bringing about a golden age of culture and invention. And with those that would also abuse these boons, is where our tale begins...

A vast forest stretches here, almost as far as the eye can see - almost, because in the distance, just at the edges of sight, are the hints of roofs that signal civilization. It’s a cool autumn night, and eerily quiet; something about this place whispers to a primordial fear, causes a sense of unease that urges you to turn back.

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Cold.

It was really cold.

The peaceful slumber that Celica had fallen into had been disturbed by the chilly air of the night wind. It seemed strange, considering that she didn’t remembering opening a window before she had gone to bed, but she was too tired to consider that now. Still half-asleep and intent on keep her eyes shut, her hand reached down to pull the covers back over her-that’s when she realized that there were no covers to grab. In fact, there was no bed to be laying on, ether. That slow realization was what made her decide to fully wake up and open her eyes.

“Mmng... What...? Where am I...?”

Celica sat up with a jolt as she finally realized that she was no longer in her room-or her own apartment, for that matter. Her pajamas had been swapped out for her regular clothes, and she could not see Minerva no matter which direction she turned to face. As far as she could tell, she wasn’t even in Hive City any longer-it seemed like she had somehow ended up in in some sort of huge forest that was a long way away from any sort of human civilization.

...But that wasn’t possible, right...?

Was this some sort of trick by the scientists? Some sort of new experiment to test on the citizens? It had to be, right? It’s not like she could leave...

...Right?

“...Hello? Minerva? Anyone? Is anyone else out there...?”

“Aww geez Minnie. Finally a night out huh?“ 

Mickey crooned as a gloved hand embraced his beloved’s own. Fingers interlacing as he watched her visage in the glow of the candle lights. 

“Nothing can beat this night. Oh boy. Only one thing could make this night one hundred percent absolutely wonderful.” He chuckled as he leaned in, lips puckered towards the woman. Eyes closed waiting to feel the touch of hers. 

Pang 

Mickey shivered, eyes open abruptly. Minnie’s eyes looking at him with concern. He shook his head and leaned in again. Eyes closing once again. 

Pang 

His eyes opened again, except this time Minnie wasn’t there. Before him was an empty seat. Mickey looked around and the rest of the restaurants still hustled and bustled like usual. Nobody seem to notice the sound. The mouse’s eyes opeend as he tired to look around for Minnie. 

Pang 

The sound rang again, this time extinguishing the candle before him. Mickey looked in surprise as suddenly cracks formed around, breaking the very dimension he was in. The sound rang again. 

P A N G

The entire room shattered and broke into dust. Mickey found himself in darkness and he began to fall.  Head diving into eternal abyss as music began to play. A woman’s voice cried out.  

                                                      ♪ Donna toki datte                                                        Tada hitori de                                                       Unmei wasurete ♪  

“Waaaaaaahhhhhhh!!”

 Mickey crash lands into a cobblestone street. The sky above is dark but the entire area is illuminated with lamp posts. Orbs of randiant light flicker to and fro as the mouse opened his eyes and stood up, trying to regain his bearings. Meeting the look of a young man in silver hair. 

Traverse Town is still widely unchanged-- you’re skeptical, but you fault that to still being such a novice to this world’s mechanics. It can’t be helped. So you call down to the stranger below you, leaning forward ever so slightly just so she can actually see you on that rooftop. “What’s your deal?”

    The slightest motion made by his hands brought upon him the feeling of being assailed by a hundred pins and needles. For, no matter how many operations he had, the recovery process wasn’t any easier. Still, Strange remained resilient, convincing himself that the pain was temporary; that by some miracle procedure he could be cured.

    After all, in the medical industry miracles were sold to the highest bidder. No doubt every consultant he met with could detect the stench of desperation which clung to him. Every ounce of rationale had slipped through the cage-like conscience of an analytical mind. He’d do anything now to have his hands-- no, to have his world returned to the way it was before the accident.

    Initially the sensation was as if he’d been awoken from a dream. But in truth he had only just shut his eyes, awakening instead to a world which predated the present. However, even the Sorcerer Supreme himself was unable to recognize it as such, falling instantly into the fallacy the scientists had constructed.

    So upon his “awakening” was he attuned to a faint room over from his own-- the records room, if he recalled correctly. Intrigue got the better of him, as curiosity was a notorious notion of the doctor’s.

    While his hands remained bandaged during the course of his recovery, he was spared some mobility. It was enough so that he was able to disembark his bed on his own, his footsteps second to silence as he padded towards the door. He was shortly at the adjacent entrance, the golden plaque notating the “Archives” gleaming gently beneath the buzz of hall bulbs ahead. He spared a glance down the hall as the low rattle of a file cabinet reached his ears on the other side of the door. It was late...much too late for anyone to be tooling around in there. At least, that’s what the state of the empty halls indicated to him.

    A forearm nested against the door, pressing it open to reveal a figure silhouetted against silven file cabinets. Convincing though her dressings were (intended to paint her as an employee, he presumed), Stephen’s skepticism prevailed.

    “You’re not from around here, are you.” It wasn’t a question, but rather an arguably smug observation on the displaced doctor’s part. “I know every doctor, nurse, and technician in this establishment-- some of them regrettably so.” The end he tacked on almost as an afterthought. Though this reflection would not detract from the matter at hand as Strange stepped further in, permitting the door to swing shut behind him as he put forth a query bordering upon an accusation.

    “Who are you?”

This was a calmer dream, albeit one someone might consider boring. Though if it was boring to them it was the closest Smile could get to a ‘good’ dream, hiding up on the top balcony of the school, cigarette held between his lips. Obviously not candy as he exhaled smoke, an arm dangling over the railing. This place held both good and bad memories for the boy, perhaps the good outweighed the bad though, as nothing exactly seemed to be going wrong quite yet. His head turned, alerted to a new presence in this normally solitary dream, someone unfamiliar and foreign.