Amala's Heritage

Wormhole

Amala carefully placed her handwritten wish under the beautiful Sakura tree as the morning sun shone on the old courtyard. With respect, she closed her eyes and silently made a heartfelt wish, hoping her words reached the universe. As she opened her eyes, the sunlight brightened the surroundings. Just then, the museum doors opened. Isla, Amala, and Zephyr left the museum and went to the busy streets and the train. However, Isla noticed that Amala had left her backpack behind. "You forgot your backpack," Isla said. Remaining calm, Amala replied, "I'll go back and get it," and left the train car to retrieve her things.

Approaching the museum, Amala saw a long line at the entrance. She joined the queue behind a little boy in his mother's arms. The boy turned and flashed her a bright, cheerful smile, which surprised his mother. She explained, "He's usually quite shy". Amala asked the boy, "What is your name?" The boy looked up at her curiously and replied, "Orion." Amala smiled warmly at the young boy and said, "Orion, like the constellation in the night sky. It's a beautiful name." The boy, only two years old, looked at her puzzled, not fully understanding the reference to the constellation.

The little boy tugged at Amala's delicate pendant, causing one side of it to break and fall into his boy's hand. Unaware of this, Amala continued to the museum, with  Orion trying to get her attention to inform her about the broken pendant. Unfortunately,  Amala vanished from the museum".

As Amala walked into the museum, she was determined to find her lost bag. She swiftly moved through the quiet halls, skipping the crowded areas. Amala carefully checked every room, but unfortunately, her bag was nowhere to be found. Feeling desperate, she knew she needed help. With hope, she approached someone dressed like a museum staff member. "Excuse me," she said nervously, "I left my yellow bag here but can't find it. Could you help me locate it?"

The individual nodded in sympathy and suggested. Perhaps the item you are looking for ended up in the lost and found. Please follow the lady wearing the brown coat. She is Mrs Night, the person in charge of the lost and found section," gesturing towards a nearby woman. Relieved, Amala thanked the person and hurried after the woman in the brown coat.

Focused on reaching the lost and found, Amala quickened her pace to keep up with the woman she believed to be Mrs. Night. The museum's corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, filled with the murmurs of visitors and the occasional echo of footsteps. As they turned a corner, the woman in the brown coat disappeared from view for a moment, obscured by a group of tourists. Unbeknownst to her, another woman in the museum wore a similar jacket; when Amala finally caught up, she saw the woman heading towards a staircase leading to a secluded section.

Amala followed closely behind, her steps echoing on the marble floor. However, as they reached the top, the woman in the brown coat turned towards a door marked "Staff Only" and pushed it open. As the woman disappeared into the restricted area, Amala hesitated momentarily, her instincts urging her to turn back. But the thought of her lost bag spurred her forward, and she followed the woman into the forbidden section of the museum.

Amala felt the air colder as she ventured further into the restricted area. The empty corridors felt eerie, and she couldn't shake off the foreboding creeping over her. When she entered the room, she was taken aback by its peculiar look, almost like a capsule. Before she could react, the door closed behind her, trapping her inside. In the capsule, there was another woman in a glass enclosure, her head facing down, looking almost lifeless, like a dummy. Panic surged through Amala as she tried frantically to open the door, but it wouldn't budge, no matter how hard she pushed and pulled.

Amala's heart pounded as she desperately sought a way out of the smooth-walled capsule. She realized she was trapped, feeling the walls closing in around her like a suffocating hug. Suddenly, the room filled with a low hum, causing the floor to vibrate. Amala felt scared and confused as she stumbled backwards. She couldn't figure out what was happening or where she was being taken. Before she could understand it, the hum grew louder, becoming a deafening roar. The capsule began shaking, its metal frame vibrating more and more.

The engines suddenly roared alive, making the capsule shoot forward really fast. Amala was pushed against the walls as she zoomed through the dark wormhole. The room became a mix of colours and lights as the capsule raced through space and time.

Amala desperately tried to escape by banging on the walls and yelling for help. However, the noise of the engines drowned out her cries. The chaos of the wormhole made her feel like she was being pulled in a thousand different directions at once, tumbling through the fabric of time and space. Amala struggled to breathe as the wild journey finally ended abruptly. The capsule shook and made loud noises as it slowed down, and the sound of the engines gradually disappeared. She held onto the capsule's walls with shaking hands, waiting for the door to open, her heart beating fast.

The door opened with a hissing sound, revealing a strange landscape. Amala stepped out of the capsule and marvelled at the unfamiliar surroundings. The dry earth crunched beneath her feet as she walked further, and the relentless sun cast harsh shadows across the desolate terrain. She saw dust devils swirling in the distance, moving with the wind. Their ghostly shapes danced and twirled, reminding her of the emptiness around her. She didn't know how she got there or where she was, but one thing was sure—she was lost in a world far from home, beyond what she could have imagined.

"All checks completed," the strange lady announced in a composed and articulate voice. Destination reached. Activation start." Light sensors came online, and after about two minutes, with a graceful and deliberate movement, the lady stepped out of its glass enclosure.