Yesterday, Garnet went to bed as usual. Today, she wakes up in an alien world where the sky is white, with pink and black clouds. The breeze carries a sweet, balsamic aroma reminiscent of earthly tree bark and spices, and the light is diffuse, emanating softly from the air itself. For the past hour, Garnet has been sitting on a rock composed of dark red fragments bound together by a shining, metal-like substance. She gazes thoughtfully at the lush vegetation around her, with a peace she hasn’t felt in a long time. Reflecting on how the improbable is, in fact, bound to happen, she finds herself embracing this strange reality with humility and curiosity. She inhales the sweet air, savoring it as though biting into a ripe peach, and begins walking toward an opening unfolding before her, with a mix of interest and desire. A breathtaking spectacle appears before her: the sky, in all shades of gray and purple, vibrates in concentric ripples, emanating a synaesthetic wave that focuses all her senses into one. It is vivid, soft, balsamic and sweet, fresh, harmonious and faintly echoing. Against all odds, Garnet feels content. Her skin glows, her eyes shine, and a shiver runs down her spine. She marvels at the sensation lingering on her skin, as though she has bathed in the air itself. The first day of her new life was just beginning.
