like a few dodo birds, a saber-toothed tiger, and some dinosaur-like lizards? Wouldn’t these images work as coordinates?

But what if it won’t work? Or what if it works, but she would make a mistake and go into a reality of a different nature? The danger was there, but could it be any worse than being locked in a dark room that could stretch in any direction, probably watched over by the Evil Vizier?

She got up and went to the mirror. The camel and donkey were no longer visible, only the empty desert. She secured the water bottle on her belt and balanced the backpack more comfortably. Concentrating on the mirror, she started talking to herself.

 “Donna, visualize a beautiful animal sanctuary. A natural animal reservation.”

A vague, twisting picture formed in t...

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