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“Ugh.” I haven’t slept that well in a long time. I blink several times as I look up at an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. How strange. On my back, I yawn, and stretch my arms and legs. Wait. I blink a few more times as I open and close my hands a few times. That’s a strange feeling.

I pull my arms in front of my face and stare at them. One… two. I have two hands… Opening my eyes wide, I bolt upright, “I have two hands!” Immediately, I place my hands on my throat, “Wha- Is that my voice?” I question, “It IS my voice.” It’s softer. “What’s going on here?”

Hold on. I move my hands from my throat to my face as I feel for my left eye. My eye! It- It’s there. I alternate between opening and closing one eye, and then the other, playing with my new vision. “This has to be a dream, right?” I question as I quickly move my left hand to where my ear used to be. I feel a long ear with a pointed tip. Okay, now I’m thoroughly confused. Nevertheless, I giggle as I clap my two hands together. As my body slightly shakes, a long strand of hair falls in front of my face.

As I brush the hair out of my face, I feel something tickling the top of my back. “What the-” I grab strands of hair at the sides of my neck and pull my hands back in front of me. Both of them hold soft, white, silk-like threads, “Ow.” Wait. This is MY hair? I stare at the strands in my hand. But my hair’s blonde, not white?

“What in the all-consuming Abyss is going on?” Realizing the scope of the unknown situation I am in, my heart begins to race. Okay, wait wait wait. “Breathe,” I mutter as I take a deep breath, “Okay think, what was I doing? Mom left, I was talking with those kids… then I looked back into… the chasm…” I trail off, biting my lip. “Wait, did I jump? Am I DEAD?” That can’t be, right? I know I thought about it, but did I… No, something else must have happened. I didn’t jump, I couldn’t have.

I sigh as I glance down at my legs, my skin is a clean, unblemished white. Are they smaller? “Why am I naked? … Wait. Why am I a girl!?” I scream, realizing the drastic change in my body.

I bend my legs, wrap my arms around them, and curl up into a ball. This has to be some kind of dream, right? Maybe I’m hallucinating. Did I eat something strange? Dang it. What happened to me, how did I get here!?

I stay curled up for a long period of time. After a while, though, I lay on my back again and stare at the wooden ceiling. Things look and feel too real for this to be a dream. And even if this is some kind of dream, it doesn’t explain why I’m so different.

Sitting up, I glance around the room and determine that I am in a fairly open chamber, but not at ground level. Looking down, I scan the soft surface I am atop. It is a white, spongy material that is circular in shape. Around the perimeter are several thin, sleek, silk-like structures that jut horizontally from the cushiony platform I am sitting on, each one is a soothing cream white.

What is this? I climb over toward the thin structures and, pushing one to the side, look down at the ground, scanning the bottom half of the room. Within the room there appears to be a table with a door directly behind it. Resting on the table, are two objects, though with the limited light, I cannot make out what they are. There is also a raised foundation on the ground directly underneath the structure I am on. I focus on the foundation and see a green pole-like structure atop it that connects to the cushion. Sticking out of the pole, are two leaf-like, green objects.

Wait. Is this- I turn to scan the structure again and my heart skips a beat. This IS a flower! I put my right hand over my mouth, covering a small smile. I’ve never seen one this big before… Lifting myself back on top of the cushioned florets, I sit straight up. Why’s it so big though?

I look around once more before crawling over to the edge. Alright, time to figure out how to get down from here.

I look over the edge toward the ground, “Hmm.” This is maybe two stories high? I could jump, but that’s going to hurt… I look around, trying to find something to climb down with, but the only things in this room are the table and this flower. Then again, that might be my only option. I place my hands on the petals to see how sturdy they are. Maybe I can hang from one of these, and then swing across to the stem and climb down that way. I glance under the flower again to see how far away the stem is. Yeah, that might be more difficult than I thought, but it should be better than just dropping down.

“Okay,” I say as I grab onto the nearest petal and slowly slide away from the center.

“Ah!” I cry as I slip and suddenly find myself hanging off of the side. Okay… so far so good. I smile even though my heart feels like it is about to burst. Now I just have to… I start swinging my legs back and forth, building momentum until I feel a slight jerk from the petal. No. I stop suddenly, and look up at the base of it. NO NO NO NO. I watch in horror as the petal slowly, painfully, tears from the flower. “AAA-” I scream, before even beginning my plummet through the air.

Plop.

I land directly on my butt. “Ow…?” Huh, that didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.

As I look up at the flower, seeing it from the ground, I realize just how big it really is. I let out a light sigh. It’s… incredible. I stand up, rubbing my hands on my sore rear-end. But why is it so big? And why was I sleeping on it?

I direct my gaze from the flower to the table. I walk over to the wooden table, and examine the two objects sitting on it. One is a furry, white robe, and the other is a stack of tan, rough paper with various symbols and patterns on them.

Well, I don’t know what’s going on, but at least I can cover myself now. I grab the robe and put it on. It is large on me as the excess sleeves hang over my hands and the length causes the back of the robe to drag on the ground. A bit big, but it’ll have to do for now.

Now covered, I peek at the sheets of paper on the table and begin scanning them. Several of them are stacked atop each other, each has several lines of symbols. Each line is made up of different markings, of which none are duplicates. Are these letters? I can’t read any of them. I don’t see Sveltish in here either. How strange. I look up from the papers and face the door. I guess there’s only one thing left. I walk over to the door and pull on the handle, it easily opens.

I peek through the gap between the door and the wall into the other room. Seeing no one on the other side, I take a step through. Inside the room is what looks like the contents of a house. Wooden cabinets, shelves, and a long table cover the outer walls except for a couple of glass windows. The walls have a unique, slightly tan texture which I have never seen before. There is a door opposite the one I just came through. Wooden furniture, adorned with fur-like cushions, are placed around the room. The room is exclusively lit by natural light from the outside, as there are no light fixtures. To my right are two beds, two dressers, another door, and two cushioned seats. While to my left is what appears to be a workshop, storage shelves, and kitchen. A large table and two chairs sit in the middle of the room.

It looks like someone’s living here, but I don’t see anyone. “Hello?” I call out, “Is anyone here?” Silence. I guess no one’s here.

I look more closely at the furniture. Nearly all of it is made out of wood. The shelves and cabinets have various objects on them, ranging from bowls and plates, to piles of furs and some jars filled with powder, all of which seem to be organized and categorized neatly. I walk over to the beds, and notice that both of them are made. In fact, neither of them look like they have ever been used. The floor and ceiling look polished and have an uneven circular ring-like pattern, with each circle surrounded by another, larger circle. Everything in the house, despite its rustic aesthetic, looks freshly cleaned.

Whoever lives here must prefer everything to be spotless. I remember Mom always being like that… I let out a heavy sigh. I need to stop thinking about her.

I walk over to the door near the beds, and open it. Peeking inside, I see a dim room lit by the natural light from the window on an angled wall opposite the one I am looking through. On the left side of the small room is a row of cabinets, while on the right are two bowl-like structures, one of which is much larger than the other. I raise an eyebrow. What is this, some kind of washroom?

“Hmm.” Doesn’t seem like anyone’s here either. I close the door and look toward the one between the two windows. That door leads outside, but I guess that’s the only other option.

I walk over to the door across the room and open it. Once again, without a locking mechanism to be found, the door easily opens. I poke my head out, and am instantly blasted with a fresh, earthy smell, very much unlike the odorous smog of Svelta. Accompanying the pleasant smell, I am barraged by a blinding light. I cover my eyes, and after letting them adjust to the bright exterior, I see giant greenery towering over the landscape surrounding me. Regardless of which direction I look, massive brown pillars, with various shades of green vegetation spread over them, cover everything. A variety of large, green mounds of leaves mask the lower portions of the trees. Looking up, a bright green ceiling blocks out the sky, only allowing small patches of direct light through.

“Wow, this is incredible,” I mutter in awe at the scenery before me, “What is this place? I’ve never seen such big plants before.” Wherever this is, it’s definitely not Svetla. Realizing that I have been staring, awestruck, for several moments now, I call out, “Hello? Is anyone there?” This time, distant chirps, clicks, rattles, buzzes, whines, and crackles answer me.

“Doesn’t seem like anyone’s out here either,” I comment as I walk outside, the robe dragging behind me.

I step out and look back toward the house. The first thing I notice is that it is inside the base of a massive tree. There are no distinguishable markers in front of the house either, so aside from the windows and door, the tree looks like any other. I hope someone’s out here, being alone in a place like this… I shudder.

I walk out, away from the house, pushing the leaves and sticks of gigantic bushes and blades of flora out of my way. My robe drags along as it constantly gets attached to the aggressive greenery. As I struggle to fight past the foliage around me, I begin to hear the faint sound of something in the distance. I furrow my eyebrows hearing the unfamiliar noise. What’s that?

After a few more fights with the plants over who gets to wear my robe, I arrive at a rough expanse of water. “Wow,” I mutter. There’s so much. The flowing water rushes around numerous rocks and fallen trees, causing it to have a constant, cascading roar. Immense leaves and sticks ride down on the current. “Is this a…” I put my right index finger on my chin, “A river?” I’ve only read about them in books… I smile. …but, seeing one for real is… incredible.

I follow along the river until I find a calm spot of water. Approaching its edge, I kneel down in the middle of what I realize to be a leaf. Is everything here really big? Maybe I’m somehow really small?

I look into the water and see a young girl looking at me. She looks to be around ten years old, has large white eyes, a soft face, a tiny nose, long pointed ears, and straight white hair. Is that… me? I really am a girl now. I place my hand against my cheek, grab it, and pull. I make several different faces, watching as the girl in the water mimics my actions. I smile at her and she smiles back. Her smile quickly turns to a blurry frown as tears fill my eyes. Tiny droplets start rolling down my nose as I break into a full cry. They slowly hit the water, causing the reflection of the small girl, my reflection, to ripple. How… Why?

Collapsing on the ground, I wrap my arms around myself and curl into a ball, digging my fingers into the sides of the robe. “What…” I sniff, “Happened to me?” I continue to cry for several minutes, my weak sobs washed away by the serene sound of flowing water.

As I begin to calm down, an indescribably sweet fragrance blows in from the wind. I lift my head, inhaling deeply as I try to take in the sweet smell. Wow, what is that? It smells so good. I force myself up and wipe away my tears as the scent rushes through the wind once more.

I face a large tree next to the river. Is it coming from over there? I head in the direction of where I believe the smell is coming from. I push myself past foliage, round the tree, and arrive before a fallen log that lies parallel to the river. The log appears to have merged with the base of the tree.

Is the smell coming from up there? I look up at the immense wall of timber in front of me, and begin climbing it, using the gaps between the bark as footholds to scale the mountainous, felled tree. As I approach the top, I scan the horizon and sniff the air to find the origin of the sweet fragrance. Nestled within a large hole on the upright tree is a glowing pink flower. The petals alone are roughly my size. I look around and, not seeing anything within the vicinity, pull myself up onto the log and slowly approach the flower, the aroma becoming more potent with each step.

Click.

What was that? I stop for a moment and glance around.

Click. Click.

There it is again… My heart rate starts to increase and my hands start to feel sweaty. I turn around and scan my surroundings to see if there is anything behind me. For a moment, I wait to see if I notice anything or for the sound to repeat itself, but nothing happens. Content that there is nothing around me, I look back at the flower.

Focusing my attention on the hole, the contrast between the bright open-space outside and the dark interior of the wooden lair makes it difficult to determine if anything else is inside the cavity. As I stare, something starts to glow between the bright pink petals. That’s pretty. As my focus draws to the glow, the increasingly-sweet fragrance fills the area around me.

Smells… nice… I take another step toward the alluring object, my pace slowing down as my legs begin to feel heavier.

Click click.

I blink rapidly as the wind blows the fragrance away, my hazy mind clearing slightly. What was I doing? Realizing that I am closer to the opening, but still a decent distance from it, I analyze the flower. Leaning forward to get a better view of it, I no longer see the glow from between the petals. The flower marginally shifts toward me.

I gulp as a chill runs down my spine. I slowly take a step backward.

Click. Click click.

As I warily back away from the hole, I stumble and land on my butt, placing my hands behind me to catch myself. Looking at my foot, I notice a silver, stringy substance stretching from the bottom of my feet to the log. “What’s this?” I question as I try to bring my hand toward my foot. A slight resistance from the robe holds my arm in place. I turn to look at my hand and see that the oversized sleeve is stuck to the same stringy substance. Struggling to pull it free, I glance back at the flower and see that it is noticeably closer to me than it was before, but still shrouded in darkness.

Click click.

Come on. I twist to look back at my robe, trying to pry it off the wooden surface.

Click. Click. The clicking sound grows slightly louder, and more frequent.

Shiii-

I hear a sharp, high-pitched screech and freeze. I slowly turn my head back to see an imposing, dark-brown monster several times my size walk menacingly toward me from out of the hole with its long, outstretched legs. Its hairy body is separated into two sections; the front section is smaller than the back. The four, bright-pink petals fan out like a funnel above, below, and on both sides at the front of the smaller area. Between the petals, there are two large black orbs, with four similar, but smaller ones just below them. Two thin, sharp, pointy fangs hang from below the orbs.

It’s big… No… I feel my heart drop to my stomach. It’s me… I’m small.

Click.

It continues slowly creeping toward me.

Shiii-

Staring at the monster before me, my eyes grow wide and my body freezes as I realize what it is.

Click click click.

Bad. My breathing becomes heavy as I start to panic. Run… I have to run! I try to stand up as the spider creeps ever closer to me. Get up. Get up! Its glossy black eyes glow pink once more, and immediately after, a calming aroma spreads around me. Get… up… I slowly look up at the terrifying creature now casting its seemingly immense shadow down on me. Need… to run…

Click. I close my eyes, shrinking into my robe as much as possible as I hear that odd clicking sound once again.

SCREEEE!

Suddenly, the tree I am atop starts to aggressively vibrate. I clench my eyes even tighter. Loud screeching echoes through the air as the tremors grow more violent. A new wave of fear floods through my body as I feel a quick breeze directly in front of me. The soothing fragrance dissipates as a new, more vile odor spreads through the air.

Slowly opening my eyes, I see a titanic black creature, one much larger than the spider. The monstrosity has a lengthy body, made up of vehicle-sized segments wrapped around the spider. Each section has, extending from either side, two thin, black, tubular protrusions that wriggle around as the spider tries to break free of its grasp. On what seems to be the back end of the creature, there are four tubular protrusions, similar to the ones at its sides, extending straight away from its body. At the front, there are two long black tubular tendrils covering two razor-like fangs that are piercing the spider’s exoskeleton.

Screee! The spider screeches desperately from the sudden ambush by the centipede.

Click click click. The clicking noise resounds continuously as the centipede’s legs tap the wood.

I stare for a brief moment, transfixed, at the two creatures locked in their desperate struggle. Wait. What am I doing? I need to get out of here. A slight sense of relief washes over me, knowing that I am no longer either creature’s immediate concern. Instead of fighting with the log over my robe, I untie it, free myself from the log’s grasp, and shed it in the process. I use the robe to prevent my feet from touching the sticky substance and hop to areas without it.

Glancing back at the frantic fight behind me, I cannot help but feel a little sympathy for the spider, as I was just in its situation. I try to quickly scurry down the log, but fall due to my carelessness.

Bugs… too big… Once back on the ground, I race back around the tree, forcing myself past the sharp foliage in the area. Small cuts and scratches form on my arms and legs as I retrace my route back toward the river. Okay, from now on, don’t follow random smells. Better yet, let’s just wait inside the house and see if someone returns.

Following alongside the river, I see the tree with the door off in the distance. Finally back. I smile as I increase my pace. Pushing aside more greenery, I attempt to climb over a rough, brown branch that is about twice my height. Upon touching it however, I hear another fear inducing screech, and freeze in place.

Zriiii.

No no no! Where! I quickly look around me as I back away from the branch. It begins to move, slowly sliding away and opening the pathway between myself and the house. After seeing the wood-like creature vanish into the greenery, I let out a heavy sigh. The tension in my body vanishes as I continue toward the house.

Zriiii.

I hear the screech once again, this time from behind me. Turning around, my eyes widen once again as I see a large, eyeless, worm-like creature. Its body is rough and brown, like the ‘branch’ from before. Please don’t be the thing that just made that noise.

Two large and lengthy antennae extend from both sides of its head, above an X-shaped slit. Both antennae twitch and move around as the creature turns its head slightly. One of the antennae almost brushes up against me as I slowly back away, rustling some foliage in the process. The worm-like creature faces me again, and, as if knowing exactly where I am, the slit on its face begins to spread apart.

ZRIIII.

The creature screeches with its massive maw now open, covering me in its thick saliva. I flinch as it does so, and open my eyes to the sight of the interior of its mouth, revealing several layers of hundreds of teeth. The sharp, curved fangs decorate the whole inside of the creature’s mouth and continue down its throat.

The sight of the nightmarish monster before me causes my naked, petrified body to cower. The fear becomes unbearable. No… My exhausted legs crumple and I fall to the sticky, saliva-covered ground, staring at the horrifying creature that rears its long form back to strike. Please… Tears begin to form as I lose hope. Someone… With the mucus-like goo restricting my body, I close my eyes and place my hands over my head. “NOOO!”

ZRI- THUD. BOOM. ZRIIII!

I wince as the ground shakes and a series of various noises explode around me. Huh? I’m- Okay? I open my eyes and immediately notice a transparent yellow sphere surrounding me. Did I… do this? There are sporadic patches of viscous saliva on the outside of the sphere. Beyond the golden bubble, the worm-beast screeches and violently rampages as its body has been pinned down by massive stone spikes. As it continues to spasm, a thick, red liquid flows out of its body.

“Wait what hap-” I stop short as I notice a man with fluttering, black wings suspended above the worm. He glares harshly at, and hovers imposingly over, the dying insect. In one arm, the man is carrying a large purple orb that is about half the size of his torso. His other arm is held out in front of his body, with his fingers spread apart. What’s he doing? He slowly rotates his hand, and, in unison, the stone spikes twirl in place. What in the abyss is happening?

ZRIIII. The worm continues to wail.

The man raises his hand into the air. What’s he doi- Immediately, he swings his hand down, and, all together, the stone spikes drive down into the creature.

ZRII-… Slowly the screeching from the creature fades, and its body goes limp, occasionally twitching.

Wow… I watch as the man turns his gaze from the dead creature to me. He slowly flies in my direction, descending in the process. Slowly, I shrink away from him until my back is up against the yellow sphere. “Ah,” I mutter as I glance behind at the obstacle preventing me from getting away.

As the guy lands on the ground, his pitch-black, butterfly-like wings disappear. The man appears to be a young adult, with a well-built, slightly tanned figure. His handsome face is reminiscent of models from Upper-Svelta. He has yellow, piercing, almond-shaped eyes and black, slicked-back hair. His short-sleeved shirt, long pants, and rough shoes are made up of a crude mixture of animal skin, furs, and plant material.

He scans me, and then he looks at the bubble that protected me. The man holds out his hand and I tilt my head. What’s he doing? A second later, the outside of the sphere gets covered in another liquid that quickly washes away the mucus. Once the sphere is completely clean, it dissipates. Oh. I try to stand up, but cannot. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to attack me.

The guy squats down, turns his face away from me, and mutters something in a language I have never heard. Huh?

“S-sorry,” I reply nervously, “I don’t know what you’re saying. Ah, and t-thank you for saving me.”

I watch as he bites his lip and tightens his fists, his body marginally shaking. His piercing gaze stabs at me as he looks my way without turning his head. He says something else in the unknown language.

“Like I said, I don’t know what you’re saying,” I repeat, trembling as my body starts burning in the areas with slime.

He turns his full gaze to me and releases a frustrated sigh. Why’s he getting mad all of a sudden? He raises his hand toward me. He’s not going to? “Wait-” I begin to say, but am interrupted as water gushes from his hand. I gaze at the man in awe as water rapidly surrounds me and rushes about my body. A minute passes as it swirls around my form, but never completely covers my face for more than a moment.

The water eventually vanishes, leaving my whole body drenched. Cough. I move my now wet hair out of my face. “How about-” Cough. “A warning next time?” I look down at my hands and realize they are free of the slime that once covered them. I look back up at the man. “Oh, than-”

Without a word, the man blasts me with a stream of hot air. “Ah!” I shout in surprise, as the blazing wind storms past me. Nearly instantaneously, the intensity of the heat and the speed of the wind drop to a much less painful level. Why’s he doing this? I put my arms up in front of my face and squint, trying to see what the guy is doing. “Hey!” No response. He’s just standing there?

A tingling feeling shoots up my spine as I feel the drops of water rolling off of me. I scan my body starting with my arms and I see that I am now dry too. He did that to clean me? I lower my gaze to check the rest of my body.

“Ah!” Right! I’m naked! I quickly curl into a ball, trying to hide as much of my exposed self as I can from the man. I can feel my body heat up from embarrassment. This is so awkward. I’m a girl now. No wonder he wasn’t trying to look at me… While I panic, the wind stops blowing.

I glance up at the man. He silently stands up, points at me and then the ground. I tilt my head. Then, he walks past me toward the house. Why’d he leave though? I continue to watch as he enters the house, still carrying the purple ball. A few moments after, he walks back out without the purple orb and, instead, has a rolled up mass of fur. He approaches me and says something while unrolling the fabric. As the mass unrolls into a brown fur blanket he tosses it over me.

“Hey!” I comment as I feel the fluffy material envelop me. Oh my, this is soft. I pull the blanket from my head, and wrap it around myself. “Thanks,” I say as I look up at the man. He is extending his hand out toward me while averting his gaze. Does he want to help me up?

He mutters something I fail to understand as I reach my right hand out for his. My left clutches the blanket around me. I smile warmly as he pulls me to my feet. Standing next to him, I am reminded of my new petite form, as my eyes do not even reach his waist. He’s a lot taller than me…

The guy looks toward the front door and says something in an aggressive tone before walking toward the house. Holding my hand, he practically drags me back into the house. “Can’t you be a bit gentler?” I ask from behind him. We reach the front door and he opens it, directing me inside.

Once inside the rustic house, the man holds out his free hand. From his hand, four small bright lights spread out into different locations in the main room and stop near the ceiling, illuminating the house. “Wow,” I mutter in amazement. He can use the axioms, and several of them too.

The man drags me over to a table with the purple orb resting on it. Is that a… grape? He pulls a chair out from the table and, while staring at me, says something. Guess he wants me to sit down. After I climb onto the chair and situate myself, he pushes it in. Now what? I turn and focus my attention back on the guy. He looks at me, points toward the door that leads to the room I awoke in, and says something. I stare at him blankly and shrug. The only thing in there is the paper and the flower. Does he want the paper for something? He sighs exasperatedly, turns and walks toward the door, and heads inside.

I place my arms and chin on the table and let out a heavy sigh. Glancing around the interior of the house, I mutter, “He doesn’t seem like a bad guy at least. Better than those bugs.” A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the near-death experiences that just occurred.

The door opens and the man returns, his hands holding the papers. I raise my head. Did he grab them all? He could’ve asked for help… I place my finger on my chin. Maybe he did ask for help and I just didn’t understand… I shake my head and focus on the man again, who is now in front of the table. He sets the stack of papers down on the table, sits in the chair opposite me, and sighs.

He grabs the top sheet, looks at the symbols on it, and then at me. He turns the page toward me, points to the top line, and says something. He then just stares intensely at me.

Does he want me to read it? After a moment of silence I shake my head, “I can’t read it.”

He sighs, slides his finger down to the next line, and says something else.

“Like I said, I can’t read it.”

This sequence continues to repeat until we reach the last line on the first sheet. The man, again, repeats what I assume to be a question, to which I answer “No, I can’t read that one either.” Once done, I place my chin on my hand, sigh, and look at the guy who is placing the sheet down. He eyes the documents thoughtfully.

He’s not planning on doing this with all of them is he? I already went through them. The man glances at me then back to the documents, gestures to the stack, and says something that sounds similar to his previous questions.

“No, I can’t read any of those either.”

At my answer, the guy inhales deeply, stares at me briefly before closing his eyes, and exhales sharply. He then leans back in his chair and rests his head against the seat, facing the ceiling. He heaves a frustrated sigh and places both of his hands near his temples, and grinds his fingers into his forehead while muttering something under his breath.

“Um-” I go to say something but the man holds up a hand, sits forward looking down at the papers, and says one word I can only guess was crude.

The man lowers his hand, and looks at me. What’s he going to do now? I watch as he brings his hands to his chest and he slowly says a single word. “Revus.”

“Huh?” I mumble as I tilt my head, “Revus?”

He nods his head and smiles, “Revus.” He taps his chest once again.

Is that his name? I point at him and ask, “You’re Revus?”

He relievedly nods, and then points at me and says, “Evetta.”

Evetta? Wait, that’s not my name. My name’s… Wait, what’s my name?