Chapter 55

• Luna didn't know where she was.
• The place seemed recognizable to him. Perhaps too much. It was dark and the cold breeze was hitting her skin and she looked down. Her hands looked much smaller than she remembered. Then she felt the grass on her feet. She was barefoot and they too were smaller.
• Wait, what was that. Because it was smaller. Was that a dream, was that a memory. She didn't know and found herself very confused. She ran her hands over her face and indeed the texture was different.