Where life sparkles and fades, in a place where two worlds overlap...
Shinku Kurenai finds herself waking up in the ruins of a gothic castle, with no memory of how she arrived there- or of her life prior to awakening. She soon learns she has been sp...
Ever since I was a child, I never cared for heroes. They're so dull and boring. Always fighting on the side of good, saving helpless princesses, all that other nonsense. It's so repetitive. Rather, I sympathized with the slain demons and the fallen monsters. They're far more interesting. They are flawed, imperfect, capable of deception and wrongdoing...a lot like people. In that way, maybe the monsters in those old fairytales are more like humans. And as for humans...perhaps they are the true monsters all along.
Endless dark was all that surrounded me. Once I opened my eyes, I was struck by a sudden dizziness. A warping blue canvas spread before me, rippling like ocean waves. Streaks of light flew past me. My entire body seemed to be dropping, my stomach flopping and my ribs pressing against the cage of my skin. I felt as if I were falling into an infinite abyss. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't move. I didn't know where my hands were. I didn't know where anything was. I had lost my sense of physical being, and my soul seemed to be the only thing floating through that distorted space. I felt like Alice entering Wonderland, plummeting further and further down the rabbit hole. Soon enough, I was past the point of no return.
And then...it stopped.
I jerked upright, sucking in raspy breaths. My lungs heaved like I'd been dragged up from deep water. After a few moments, I regained my composure- and my body. I had hands and arms and legs again. I could move again. I rubbed the blurriness out of my eyes. Slowly, my enviroment came into view. The ruins of what resembled an old gothic castle surrounded me. I sat on hard, cold stone.
I staggered to my feet, flanked by crumbling pillars, shattered towers, and broken stained glass on all sides. The ceiling was smashed, exposing a dark sky swirling with purple clouds.
I looked down, nervous fingers picking at my clothes. I wore a frilly black bolero dress that reached my thighs. A ruffled white bow hung from my chest. The sleeves were incredibly tight, almost fused to my arms. Thigh-high ebony boots with high heels ground to fine, spear-like tips covered my legs. In my lush, flowing scarlet hair, there sat a pair of bows in the shape of red spider lilies. Without a doubt, it was the most beautiful outfit I had ever worn. But...what had I worn before it?
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