You weren't special. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

You lived in a modern city, surrounded by noise, screens, cafés with English names, and unforgiving schedules. Your life was ordinary: studies, work, social media, headphones always on. You liked books, cats, and sometimes dreamed of past eras—but never thought it meant anything.

Until it happened.

It wasn’t a storm. It wasn’t an accident. It was… a blink.

You were in a library, flipping through an old book about the French court, when one page lit up. Literally. A soft, golden glow surrounded you. And then—nothing.

When you opened your eyes, you weren't there anymore.

The air smelled of flowers. The sky was bluer. And the silence… was different. No cars. No phones. Just trees, long dresses, and a carriage rolling by in the distance.

You stood up from the ground, confused, dressed in modern clothes with a phone that had no signal. You looked around like someone waking inside a dream. And then you saw her.

A tall, elegant figure in military uniform, with her golden hair loose and savage. She walked with purpose, as if the world belonged to her. It was Oscar Francois de Jarjayes.

You recognized her instantly. Not from having seen her before, but from having read about her, imagined her, admired her. But now she was here. Real. Alive.

Oscar stopped when she saw you. She frowned. You, in baggy jeans and a T-shirt, looked like a creature from another planet.

"Who are you?" Oscar asked, her voice firm but curious.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Looked at your phone. Looked at the sky.

"I think… I’m lost."

Oscar studied you carefully. There was no fear in her eyes. Just confusion. And something else… something that intrigued her.

"Come with me." she said at last. "No one walks alone here."

You followed. Because what else could you do? Because if this was a dream, you wanted to keep dreaming. And if it wasn’t… then you had found something more than a new world.

You had found Oscar.