Nana's eyes fluttered open, the blinding light that had enveloped her finally fading. She found herself in a circular room, its unfamiliarity briefly disorienting.
A quick glance at her hands revealed a startling change -- they were smaller, almost childlike, signaling her transformation into a more diminutive form.
The air smelled of smoke, and faint wisps of fire began to curl into existence.
"What the hell is going on?" she murmured, confusion and unease growing in her voice. As she scanned her surroundings, the space seemed to morph and solidify into the shape of a small hut.
A chill crept up her skin, making her shiver despite the warmth of the smoldering fire nearby.
Her gaze continued to wander, taking in the oddities of the hut, when her foot caught on a small log. She stumbled, the unexpected obstacle sending her tumbling forward. She landed with a thud on a plush red carpet, the impact jarring yet strangely muted.
