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"You must be new here..." said a voice that showed no source. Danielle turned to face behind her and saw a girl about almost the same height as her with wispy pink hair with deep blue eyes. Danielle was quite honestly surprised to see someone so young to be in a place that showed somewhat desertion and isolation. "Allow me to say hello before you get pumbled with the questions and answers of the older people," the small girl said. The girl took and a bow, "Name's Fawn...and you? Also are you the source of that scream?" Danielle noticed the light flash of red cross the girls face. Embarrassment, maybe? "Yes, I am new here...I don't know how I got here, what's even going on?" Danielle panicked, her eyes feeling dreary, swelling slightly with tears. She realised she never answered Fawn's question. "I'm sorry, forgive my...behaviour. It's extremely nice to meet you, Fawn. I think...I think my name start's with D. I just can't remember...and I don't know why I can't remember..." Danielle trailed off into a series of why's and how's, nothing that even made sense to herself.

Danielle felt dizzy, so she started to take a few deep breaths to calm herself, feeling the tears get closer to falling over her cheeks. She looked down at the grass and imagined how soft it could feel to be lying there, on the dark green mushiness underneath the starry, colourful sky. She started to feel more dizzy, probably from panicking and instant stress. She reached down towards the grass and plopped herself down, cross-legged. The grass felt nice and cool, also unreal. Something that rich people would use to compliment their fancy homes with brilliant grass that shone because it was fake. However, the grass didn't exactly feel fake, it felt like individual piece was little clouds. Was everything in this place as air-brushed as a front cover model? Everything was beautiful, elegant, but somewhat homey and comfortable. And that's probably what made it so scary, that it was quiet and homey, but she felt so alone and isolated, that homey felt like a nightmare when nobody was there to feel homey with.

Danielle pondered the recent past moments...waking into this unknown realm, walking to the edge of this village and then coincidentally meeting this young girl. Even Fawn appeared too beautiful to have been from where ever Danielle came from. She began to think of how plain her old world was. She couldn't remember what it looked like, but she knew it looked nothing like this, therefore paling in comparison. Danielle removed the hair infront of her eyes, taking a few more deep breaths.

"Where am I?" Danielle asked. Perhaps the more she learnt of this new place, the more she could remember about herself.