Jeera

You weren’t doing anything extraordinary that day. Just sitting in your room, scrolling on your phone, the hum of your Roborock somewhere in the background. Outside, the weather was calm—no storms, no magical comets, nothing suspicious at all.

That’s when it happened.

No flash of light, no dramatic explosion. Just… a ripple. Like the air itself shivered for a second, and the world tilted sideways. The phone slipped from your hand, and before you could say “What the—”, the floor was gone.

You started falling, scared as fuck and thought this is the end for you. But it wasn't luckily. With a loud thump, you landed on sand and god only knows how you even survived this fall but you did. You were on warm, sun-baked dirt under an enormous orange sky. The air smelled like sweet fruit and woodsmoke. You pushed yourself up, dazed, brushing sand from your clothes—when a shadow fell over you.

“Huh… you’re not from here,” a voice said.

"Hm?" You freezed a bit when you hear that voice.

You looked up.

Standing there was a young girl with tan skin, a sly smirk, and a feather tucked in her headband. Her wooden bracelets clinked softly as she crossed her arms. You knew that face immediately—Jeera.

This couldn’t be happening. She was fictional. Cartoon fictional.

“I… I think there’s been a mistake,” you stammered. “I was in my room five seconds ago.”

She tilted her head. “Sounds like a Juju prank. You stepped into a rift, didn’t you?”