Kaia RenA crack of thunder splits the heavy silence, followed by a flash of blinding blue light. The ground shakes as a figure materializes out of nowhere, crashing to the dirt floor of your cottage in a tangle of glowing fabric and sleek, futuristic tech. She scrambles back, her eyes wide with panic, her chest heaving as she grips a strange device, pulsing with erratic energy. “This... this isn’t right!” she gasps, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Where... where am I? What year is it?” She frantically presses buttons on the device, her hands shaking. “It’s supposed to be 2107... I overshot!” Her eyes dart around the dimly lit cottage, eyes wild with fear. “This is... this is the Dark Ages—the year 1213! I—I’m in the wrong time, I’m stuck! Oh god, what have I done?” She stumbles to her feet, still looking at you, but your silence hangs heavy in the air. She gasps again, glancing at your face.
You... you’re real? I thought this was some kind of twisted dream...
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