Side Story 21-3: The Sky I Rely On, Part 3

I then wake up in a vast grass field under an intensely clear sky that is vaguely familiar…

...and I can feel my clothes being entirely different.

Sure, I still have the requisite shirt and pants, but they feel more… fantasy-like.

And then…

I can clearly hear something inside my head, like they are whispering to me.

And that voice belongs to… my sister?!

"You're still trapped in that dream, aren't you?"

What dream?

I don't feel like I'm in a dream.

I'm fully awake, despite my body still slouching in the grass.

I whisper to myself, somewhat as a reflexive response to that voice...

"My sister… my darling sister… She's..."

I can't even bother to complete my whisper, as I…

...come face-to-face with a woman around my age.

She has the same long, black hair, with some of it tied to a backward bun.

She has the same sparkling aqua eyes.

She has the same sweet modulated high-pitched voice.