Someone's POV:
Lyanna… alone, in a desolate, empty house. The doors and windows were covered with a strange mesh, like fine threads that would cut if touched. Somehow, Lyanna was trapped. Yet, surprisingly, she didn't seem afraid at all. How could anyone remain so calm in such a situation? I watched her, unsure, because for a brief moment, it felt like Lyanna wasn't really there…
She was slim, of average height, with long, dark brown hair that fell in soft waves around her face. Her casual clothes made her look almost invisible, yet there was something fragile and determined about her stance.
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As usual, Lyanna went to school today. She had an exam, and the electricity in the hall kept flickering. I didn't know why, but when she stayed too long in the hot sun, her head would start to ache. Not just the headache—sometimes it got so bad that she couldn't see properly; everything seemed to blur and melt. The only relief came when she could rest in a cold, quiet place—but that wasn't always possible. This problem had persisted for nearly two years. Even her mother dismissed it, saying, "It's just sleep and your home, nothing to worry about." Clearly, no one gave it any importance.
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Lyanna's POV:
I don't know what to do… my head is pounding.
I brushed a strand of my long, dark hair behind my ear, wincing as the hallway spun. Without thinking too much, I stood up, asked the teacher for permission, and headed toward the washroom, planning to rest a bit on the balcony on the way.
But as I walked, the world around me started spinning. I had expected it, yet something unexpected appeared—a massive black swirling shape, like a whirlpool, standing right in front of me, threatening to pull everything inside. I couldn't even see clearly because of the dizziness. I tried to step forward… but my body went numb.
"Lyanna…" I heard someone scream. How are you here? the voice demanded. I blinked, confused. Was it real? Was it a dream? My heart raced. For a moment, I thought I didn't exist at all.
By the time I got ready to move again, the hallway was empty. My mind kept replaying the strange vision… it felt like someone was watching me every step I took.
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At school, I had no close friends. I talked politely with everyone, but I had no one to share my thoughts with.
Why do people make friends only to become enemies later? I thought. Even small misunderstandings turn friends into strangers, strangers into enemies. That's why I don't make friends… yet sometimes, I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
Then a girl sat beside me, suddenly smiling. "Hey, don't think too much. Come sit with us," she said.
I hesitated. Were they really like that, or just pretending in front of others? But this girl… Naya… felt different. Naya lived nearby, and we often traveled together. She had many friends, always laughing, but somehow, she treated me differently.
I smiled faintly and walked with Naya.
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Later, the exam resumed. I sat at the front, while Naya's seat was behind me. I glanced back at her—her eyes focused elsewhere, naturally liked by everyone. I couldn't help but notice, though I tried not to care.
About an hour later, the hall's electricity flickered again. The heat made my headache return. I asked the teacher for permission and stepped outside. As I walked, the world spun once more—and there it was again… that massive black whirlpool, waiting.
Is this a sign? Can I escape it? Is there a way out? I thought, panic rising. It's showing me fear. And I'm… I'm terrified.
Yet somehow… I found a path forward.
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