The Spirt Cultivater.

fἰʼnʼnăʟΥ ΜεεŤiηĞ ŢĦĖ Jʊɱaíńg Ţɹἰò

After that whole whole ordeal I calmed myself as i took a bath when i noticed a strange mark on my shoulder.

A question mark appeared above my head as i examined this mark. Of course i can't seat here forever and look at it so i did what i got to do. As i put on my kimono(?)  ,mom knocks on the door "Y/n time for bed." "K mom!"

 A pang can be heard in the background that sounded like a gun shot. ' Weird, there aren't any guns in this era' I walk towards the door I trip on a board thats out of place and lift it up to see....

Nothing....  

The fuc-

{OI Family friendly 😤}

Shi-

{i made this 😁 not the og photo though]

Anyway  the plank had nothing but dirt in it and i didn't want to risk taking a bath again so i closed it and walked out the bath room. I turn right to go right to walk to my room which by coincidence (Not) it was right in front of my parents bedroom. I open my parents bedroom to see them getting ready for bed "Night mom, dad" "Night Y/n."

I close the door and walk into my room and lay down on the bed which is soft (duh) but why is it so big. As i close my eyes I see grandma who is wearing modern day clothing and reading a book. "Ah your here, took you long enough."

 "Oh grandma, nice seeing ya... um where am I?"

"Your mind."

"But why is it grey and have some cracks here and there." I say as I run my had around a small crack in front of me.