" -ay. Ray, it's time to get up." Lily gently shook a certain jet black-haired girl while pinching the girl's supple cheek. The girl in question, Ray, simply continued sleeping while drooling a little on Lily's hand.

" Ew..." Lily whisper as she noticed the drool. She then proceeded to stealthily wipe the drool on Ray's clothes. With questionable clean hands, Lily positioned each of her hands on both Ray's cheeks and began pinching hard.

" Wake! Up! Ray!" Lily said firmly. Immediately, the sleeping girl registered the pain and began struggling to get Lily to stop.

" Wiiwwwyyyy!!!! Stahhp! Iiit huuurrrlllts!" After a little more punishment, the more physically strong Lily let go of Ray and began berating her best friend for being lazy.

(A/N: For those who can't read Almost-gibberish. Lily!!!! Stop! It hurts!)

" I told you to get up at sunrise, Ray! *Sigh* I expected you to laze in bed for a while longer but this is too much, Ray. You were supposed to help Bother Jake and Sister Maia prepare breakfast today! You are twelve moon cycles old now, keep your promises!" Lily continued to express her disappointment in Ray as she multitasked by clearing up the room.

" But Lily, I was going to get up and-" Ray tried to defend herself only to get shut down by momma bird Lily.

" Enough excuses, Ray. You promised to help Brother and Sister yesterday. Quickly get up!" Saying this, Lily grabbed the girl by her arms and pulled her up to a standing position.

" Go wash up and apologize to Brother and Sister," Lily said while pushing Ray out of the door.

" Okay, okay, stop pushing me." Not seeing any other choice, Ray did as she was told and had breakfast after apologizing to the orphanage's official caretakers.

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It had been an entire year since Grandpa John's passing.

The entire orphanage had stopped grieving the loss of their favourite person a few months ago. Everyone except Ray, of course. Since his passing, Ray often found herself depressed. A rather familiar feeling as she slowly but surely began remembering who she used to be in her past life.

As she began remembering her past as a depressed former genius child musician turned unsuccessful average university student, her former childish motivation to be a so-called 'cool person' quickly crumbled.

While chewing slowly on her sandwich, Ray suddenly found herself out of breath. Snapping out of her brooding at this familiar feeling, she took a deep breath and let out a large sigh. Then, finished her sandwich in 3 quick bites and continued brooding again.

Intellectually, the girl understood that staying depressed was not healthy. It was just that, she was so damn lazy that she could not be bothered to make herself a happier person. All she really had to do, was put aside her depressing thoughts and focus on doing... something.

Music maybe... She could pick up a new instrument and play it. Practice it to absolute mastery. In this world, on Krashu, there was literally nothing else to do but to do what you want. To do what you loved, all it took was to put in the effort.

Unfortunately, she just could not get herself to start. She could not bring herself to ask for help to get started. She could not bring herself to get help. Sloth, laziness, that was what she suffered from.

Back in her old world, though she hated her parents for basically torturing her, she could not help but look back on those times with fondness, times when her parents would tell her what to do. They would drive her to strive for things. They would give her the motivation to get things done and she did as she was told.

When she played well in concerts, after weeks on weeks of dedicated practice, she would bathe in the clapping and cheering while smiling in satisfaction. She would then hug her parents while they praised her.

But they were dead.

They died before they could see their little girl become successful, just like how Grandpa John died before he could fully guide the reincarnated girl to live a normal life.

Ray, still brooding while staring into the forest, could not help but wonder how Grandpa John died so easily. 'Just a day before he died, he was still walking around playing with the younger children. Smiling at them...' she thought.

'How could he have become so weak overnight, to die in bed as he did? Why did he not say anything? Was he perhaps... poisoned?' Ray simply could not fathom how a person as healthy, as lively and as strong as Grandpa John could die so easily.

Snapping out of her growing paranoia, Ray stared intently at a single spot in the forest. She continued to do so without blinking for several moments. Slowly, the area around the point she was staring at, the branch started to distort. These hallucinations began waving around while Ray continued to stare at the particular branch.

This was a fun little thing that Ray had realised she could induce just by staring hard at something or someone. She had no idea how good it was for her mental health but she still continued to do it, while daydreaming about playing the violin at her previous level of mastery.