Vi wakes up in a field of grass. Her eyelids barely flutter open, but the world that comes into view is not one of her own.

For starters, the sky is an endless purple, clouds shifting shapes and moving by at impossible speeds. Her feet feel foreign on the ‘grass,’ its strands tickling and hurting simultaneously. Its blades seemingly blend and mix, the hills they sit on stretching out to infinity, yet feeling unsteady beneath her feet.

Nothing makes sense here, and yet, Vi’s ill brain can’t question this world.

“…Hey, princess? You, uh, around here?”