In a small and crowded bedroom of a farmhouse, there was sunlight streaming through a dusty window illuminating a woman with a face full of worries etched into the corners of her eyes, Inside the crib was a baby named Tanya who was whimpering
Sarah cradled a whimpering Tanya in her arms, her normally hum replaced by a soft, worried shushing sound.
“(This is a) warm thought. (This means) safety (for me). That sound, is this (how) humming sounds like? It sounds like that on the inside of me, it (feels) makes me calm. There is no comparison though; in the past, it used to be (accompanied) lullabies by (the) cold, humming machines. But why does she have tears of sadness in her eyes?”
(Tanya) Internal monologue:
"It has been three months since I opened my eyes as Tanya, a baby who is still unable to survive on her own in this strange world. Suddenly, there were no computer programs scrolling by in a never-ending row or loud neon lights screeching overhead, just diapers to change that were constantly hung up around the room with anxiety over being discovered."
At the same time that a fly flies around Tina's head, telling a story like on TV… There is a Narrator Fly on Tanya’s shoulder (telling the story): "And here is Tanya, an individual fresh from the human assembly line, who possibly is neither afraid nor knows about what awaits them like it does for everybody else. Amazing, right? But before anything else it is important to remember about napkins such as diaper duty. Will she manage through it? Or is going to throw in towel due a failure of colossal proportions? Stay tuned to find out…!"
The fly zips over to Sarah, which lingers around her head. The fly laughs and just avoids being swatted by Sarah as it says, "And in the opposite corner, we have the ever-patient Sarah. Watch out, Sarah, that broccoli puree is about to launch!" "Wow, the things I've witnessed in this industry! Stay tuned for more thrilling childcare adventures!
Half an hour later:
(A woman enters the kitchen, carrying a basket full of vegetables)
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Sarah, her presumed caretaker(and clearly undeniable kind mother to her, Tanya grudgingly admitted to herself) entered the kitchen with a basket full of Vegetables,
"Maybe this world wasn't that bad at all. "
"At least this little body seemed to need constant fuel, which meant delicious mush three times a day."
As Tanya happily opened her mouth for Sarah's feeding spoon, secretly hoping it wasn't another day of pureed broccoli. Maybe someday she'd eat those instant ramen.
" A boy could dream or i guess girl...right?"
Later that day:
Scene: Tanya, now a toddler, sits on a worn rug, surrounded by scraps of wood and discarded metal.
(Tanya) Internal monologue:
Tanya whispered, as she muttered in concentration,
"This has gotta work."
She's been an avid reader and watcher of manga and anime having "seen" (as the fly said "wasted") many hours of stories about characters with powers.
"this is in another world so who knows"
When you first see it, you might think it is a regular piece of wood, but after awhile or maybe even just for a moment, this shiny wood will become a little strong stool.
Action: Tanya focuses her mind, imagining a well−constructed stool. She then extends her arm to touch a piece of scrap wood, with her hand shaking slightly with anticipation.
Effect: The wood shimmers momentarily before solidifying into a small, sturdy stool as Tanya's attitude changed to one of relaxation and triumph.
"Excellent! My ability to make things with my bare hands is greater than imagination allows on earth…"
This feels nice. There is my chance of surviving here – through learning things; maybe someday back home too.
Nightfall:
Sarah finishes rocking Tanya in her crib, humming a soft lullaby. Setting her down, she sees an old leather-bound book on the table nearby-the one about history. Ages back this was when there was much magic, a Cataclysm ended. A little flame dances in Tanya’s eyes as the pages of the book start oozingly apart slightly.
Sarah: (smiling), she reaches down to take it gently.
Dialogue (Sarah): No way it’s time for bedtime history lessons, darling! Your hands are too small to handle this book. Also these stories are terrifying stuff for someone like you. Just leave it till you’re grown up, will you? Sarah bends over tucking Tanya in with a gentle kiss right on her forehead towards where she’s facing unlike many parents do today. She lay it there again covering it nicely then put out the oil lamp before going out of the door.
(Tanya) Internal monologue: I find this very annoying! Each of these stories helps me to decipher my world as well as to know what makes me extraordinary. Nevertheless there is nothing i can do about it. maybe I'll try and read it again tomorrow....but what was that words i had a glimpse of.
Action: Tanya tries with great difficulty to apply her poor motor skills and simple comprehension of a language in understanding the script. Among the words she distinguishes are “uncontrolled power,” “demonic pacts,” “great Cataclysm.”
(Tanya) Internal monologue: Cataclysm? Could this be connected to the god's "having fun"?
A low, unsettling growl emanates from outside the farmhouse. Tanya's eyes widen in fear. What unseen threat lurks in this supposedly peaceful world?