There they were again; hundreds of them, with more appearing every time she blinked. Delia knew there was no point in pinching herself; she hadn’t dreamt before and wasn’t dreaming now. Fear gripped her; she was so close to getting home, to returning to a life of comfort, routine and all things natural. This land, in all of its spontaneous supernaturality, clearly wanted her out. She was happy to oblige. But there was something else stirring within Delia. Instinct had forced her to step back when she first opened the curtains, but she had neither closed her eyes nor turned around. Delia looked down at her own body and saw her clothes bathed in the blue light that covered every inch of the outside. The light drew her in, and instead of running, she approached the glass. Her mouth hung open in a mix of...

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