You wake up face-down in a patch of damp dirt, the scent of earth and something slightly sour filling your nose.
Wait, wait. Damp dirt? What happened to your warm, safe bed? Why were you outside?
Where were your clothes?!
Oh well...there's nothing you can do about it now. Dazed and confused, you stumble to your feet and take a look around. Hopefully, you could figure out where you were. And find clothes. Or at least some material to make something to wear.
The first thing you notice are the trees. Thick green stalks that tower above you, swaying gently. Leaves the size of your body rustle softly in a faint breeze. At first, you think you're in a forest, but something feels wrong. The plants aren't familiar—not like any trees or bushes you've ever seen. These stalks are too smooth. And what kind of tree trunks were painted a vibrant green? They look like they've been painted with gloss.
Something's definitely off. You tilt your head back to look at the sky, expecting to see an endless blue above. Maybe some clouds, too. But you don't see a sky at all. Instead, there's a dull gleam of something solid—like glass. You look around and see that it's not just the 'sky' that's made of glass. There's glass on all sides of this place.
That's when you realize...you're not outside. You're trapped in a glass tank. Those "trees" are actually small plants. And that means you must be tiny! Just like you fantasized about! But you didn't want it to happen so suddenly. And you didn't want to be stuck in a terrarium. How did you end up here? How will you get out?
Maybe someone would come in later and you could ask them for help. For now, you look around and try to get an idea of how small you are.
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