Things didn't really start off all that weird, but boy - that sure didn't last. My eyes fluttered open as normal. A slow, gradual build-up to waking up. I savored the sensation of being in bed, and kept my eyes closed, tossing and turning around. It was a nice, chilly day, but not too cold. I reached over to the side of my bed where I normally kept my phone. And, uh, it wasn't there. So, I opened my eyes, and I was suddenly worried that I'd gone blind, until I realized it was just my hair. Wait a minute. There was no way I had bangs... and my hair was blue?! So, turns out I wasn't in my room. That's one thing to worry about right away. But what really yanked my chain was... well. I don't know how to explain it, other than this. It was anime. Not that I woke up in a room full of figurines and posters, and whatnot. I mean it was literally anime. I was...god dammit, I'm in an actual anime?! I even did that cliche thing where you rub your eyes to try and restore some normalcy to reality. Nope! Still anime. My heart was thumping, but I barely even noticed it. I held my hands up and looked at them: they were nothing like any normal person's hands. They were cel-shaded! God dammit, don't look in the mirror, don't look in the mirror.... I looked in the mirror. I was looking at a young anime girl with blueish-purple hair and purple eyes. A girl who was about fourteen or fifteen stared back at me. Okay, okay, calm down. Calm down! I slowly put my hands down and took a deep breath. The air smelled different. There was something about it that felt more like... home? "Ugh," I groaned, "what's going on here?" This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. Okay, that doesn't make it feel any better. But still.

A story of Immorality and Love. A story where you feel the emotions of what Love is.