I imagined that if there were possibly other worlds in different universes, that maybe one would be entirely different from the place in which I live.

This was not what I expected.

This place is..well I’m not quite sure yet. I haven’t found the perfect words to describe it, but I do know for fact: This. Is. Not. My. Home. I’m not sure if it is good enough to be anyones home.

The people here wear nearly nothing and there are strange tall castles, nothing like the ones I’m used to. These castles have moving colours and lights on them. They are tall and dark. There aren’t any gardens or stairways in front of them.

I tried to talk to a few of the people but they ignored me and walked away. I couldn’t find my maids or any butlers. I did see a fine lady in a mauve gown, however when I attempted to speak to her she simply smiled and asked me who I was ‘cosplaying’? I would say I know about everything that anyone could possibly need to know about running a kingdom, but I do not know what that means. I must ask one of my maids the meaning of such a strange word.

After this I then attempted to fetch a strangely dressed footman (who was standing at the edge of a path looking at a small glowing lantern thing) to get me a carriage, yet he simply pushed me away and walked off with a horrid look set upon his face.

I must admit this place feels quite like a dream and I don’t particularly like it.

It’s rather..odd.