As she got up and observed her room like it was the very first time. She noticed the beauty of it all. Her wardrobe with the doors so high and decorated with pink and white silk woven all the way to the top. She then saw her desk that doubles as a vanity. Young Corrine went to it and tried to remember all her cosmogolic routines. As she grabbed her favorite brush to apply, she noticed in her mirror her face was already beautifully painted and her beauty could not be matched. What is going on here? She asked herself when suddenly she was pulled away by an unknown source. It was strong and she could move except to breathe and even then it was labored. Where she was taken she did not know…