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I opened my eyes to see a strange dark void enveloping me. My body was frozen, unresponsive to my internal screaming at what was going on. I was wearing the clothes that I had on earlier, despite definitely going to sleep nude. I tried to move, but I was helplessly floating along.

Suddenly, I felt myself be pushed forward by an invisible **** into the void until a castle came into view. It was ornate, yet ancient. It definitely looked to be from the Mesopetamian era, or even older than that. There were strange carvings of caricatures of people, elongated and exaggerated in their faces and proportions. As I was placed at the foot of the steps of the castle, I regained feeling in my limbs.

Immediately, I wanted to turn around and run, but there was nothing else behind me but an endless void. Seeing no other option, I spun around back to the castle and began to make my way inside. Inside, it was unfathomably large, like the interior of the castle was a whole city. The brickwork was well-designed and everything was decorated with gold and silver. Various small statues lined alcoves, all of which appeared very feminine in appearances. As I got further and further in, the statues began to seem more recent in design. In fact, as I started getting to the end of this entrance hall, the statues looked more like figurines that someone would shamefully have in their bedroom.

“What is this place?” I asked as I exited the hall. Immediately, I was struck by brilliant light. As my eyes adjusted, the whole room seemed like the center of a mall. There was a massive fountain in the center, extending all the way up to the three stories this castle seemed to have. Each layer of the castle had branching hallways that went in all different directions.

“Ah, you’ve arrived, child.” A voice from the fountain suddenly drew my attention. Cautiously, I stepped closer.

“A magic talking fountain?” I asked, peering into the water.

“No, I’m right here,” the voice said, now clearly behind me sitting on a circular segment of a couch.

“Whoa!” I said, spinning around, barely catching myself from falling into the fountain.

The voice came from a woman older than I was. If I had to guess, she looked like she was about in her late 30’s early 40’s. She had long gray hair that reached down to her ass. She was dressed in a large flowing white cloth tightly wrapped so that it accentuated her curves and slender waist. One good jostle of her and her large orbs on her chest would have spilled right out. Her smile was warm and accentuated by dark blue lips. Her skin was fair, though still tanner than mine.

“Hello, little one.” Her voice was a mixture of alluring and reassuring, like laying in a large meadow. “Do not be alarmed. My name is Seqora, and I am…”