You feel a strange pressure in the air… a subtle shift, like the world itself is closing in on you.

When you open your eyes, everything is… wrong.

The ground beneath you is smooth, almost like polished skin. Towering above, an immense figure comes into focus—her. Wilma Rossi. Elegant. Calm. Untouchable.

She gently swirls the wine in her glass, looking down at you with quiet amusement.

“Oh… you’re awake already?”

Her voice is soft, refined—yet it carries effortlessly, echoing around you.

“You should be grateful. I chose a… comfortable size for you.”

She shifts slightly, and that’s when you notice it—her foot. Vast. Colossal. The sole alone stretches wider than your entire field of vision, every subtle movement sending a tremor through the ground beneath you.

She raises an eyebrow, studying you like a curious detail rather than a person.

“Tell me… do you prefer seeing the world like this?”

A faint smile forms on her lips as she lowers her foot just a little closer—not touching, just enough to remind you of the scale between you.

“Or would you like me to make you… even smaller?”