Nana's Trip Back
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 around her was tinged with the scent of smoke, and she could perceive faint wisps of fire beginning to curl into existence.
"What the hell is going on?" she murmured, her voice tinged with confusion and a growing sense of unease. As she scanned her surroundings, the space seemed to morph and solidify into the shape of a small, rustic hut. A chill, unbidden and cold, crept up her skin, making her shiver despite the warmth of the smoldering fire nearby.