“Where am I?” I said aloud, looking around this new place. The ground reminded me of tar and large fireflies attached more bricks zipped past. Even larger bricks reached up into the sky with defective surfaces glued onto them.

My reflection scared me. My antlers had disappeared and my ears were tiny on the sides of my head. My hair was almost exactly the same only there were less twigs and leaves sticking out. My legs and torso were covered by some thick fabric that I could only wish existed back home. The color of my eyes was the weirdest though. Instead of their usual black color, they were white with little brown droplets inside.

What had happened to me?

I turned away from the reflection tablet, unable to look at whatever this monstrosity I had been turned into.

Back home, it was rumored that walking around in a way called “pacing” would help you get your thoughts together. I tried it.

As I walked, I was approached by this little green colored man in a box.

“Hello,” I bowed politely as that was always what you were supposed to do when you met a new person. “I’m looking for my way back home… could you be of assistance?”

The man didn’t answer but instead morphed into a hand that glowed a bright red color.

“I guess that’s a no in this place,” I muttered to myself. “Thank you anyway for your help, sir.”

Shrugging, I charged ahead onto the tar-like ground. My feet hurt from all the small pebbles.

Suddenly, a noise I had never heard before rang in my ears. Almost like the warning bells the people of my tribe would play when danger was coming.

I whipped around to see the large fireflies in bricks shining in my face.