The first thing Dakota noticed was how cold she felt. The second was how uncomfortable she was.
Her body never usually felt heavy, not even after she ate a big meal. For a second, she believed that she might open her eyes and find Bansha sleeping on her stomach again, but the fact that she was cold immediately shot down that theory.
Dakota opened her eyelids to find that her body was worse off than she thought. In fact, she didn't have one.
She sat alone in a black, misty plane. The only thing sharing the space with her was a crystal mirror, through which she could see her reflection.
Staring back at her was a concentrated cloud of violet colored mist. The only reason Dakota could tell that it was her was because of her scarlet eyes that she'd had since birth.
Strangely, even though Dakota couldn't see her body, she could still feel it. She could wiggle her toes, fingers, and even jump up and down.
Curious, she sauntered toward the mirror while looking around.
