The worst part of her death was that she swore she could feel it as though it was being done as slowly as possible though she knew the opposite was true. But then everything was cool. She no longer felt the burning heat of the magics she had channelled. No longer did she feel her flesh being torn from her. Instead she felt the coolness of metal beside her hand which seemed to hang off the thin padding beneath her.
She waited to see if she would hear any familiar noises but only heard the constant sound of a machine hum and somewhat muffled chatter. She lifted herself from her position and looked at the room around her seeing nothing but metal where she looked. The room was about 6x8 with the large steel door being the only entry/exit point. But as she looked about once more she noticed that everything seemed larger than it should be. It was then she looked down and realized she herself was no longer the same as before.
Her skin no longer held it's sun-kissed tan. Her hair was shorter and somehow no longer straight but fell in loose ringlets at the ends. And as she took it in she also noticed it was darker and closer to her sister Margo's shade of chocolate than it was her dirty blonde. Standard door height was 6'8" and as she stepped towards it she knew if this door matched she couldn't be more than 2'4"-2'7" at the most. She lifted her shirt and saw how her ribs were sticking out from her tiny body. She knew it upon waking here and even more so now that she was is deep shit.
My magic was still strong but wherever I was I could barely feel the earth. It was as if I had been completely cut from the Earth and yet I could feel small traces here and there as if plants were growing and yet nothing. The plants' whispers were barely noticeable, as if they had lost any connection they once had to the Earth as well. Still I gathered what little information I could from them. It seemed these plants had somewhat longer lives and were maintained off of artificial lights and limited water, likely due to some sort of normie expirimentation on previous seeds. The plants were tended to by numerous hands and there was plenty of carbon dioxide in the air. Wonderful.
So I'm trapped in some place that is either keeping me from the Earth through several hundred feet of concrete and metal at the closest point or I'm not on a planet at all and considering the metal box and machine hum I'm guessing its the latter.
A thought springs to her mind. I can't have just appeared out of no where. This body has to have memories even partial ones. I sit and begin meditating. Shit, it's as if my mind palace never even , I had always planned ahead and when first creating my mind palace I developed a safety feature that once activated caused an automatic reset to it's last organization. With the war I had taken to doing so every morning and night so that I could ensure nothing that needed to be done was forgotten. All I had to do was enter my magical core.
The moment it was activated I was transported back out to the front of a library.
Entering I ensured everything was as it should be even if it meant having to go through it. Margo always did say I was a switch and just hid it even from William. Now though, I was starting to think she might be right as I was chased down the hall by people singing and dancing. It's a Small World After All by the Sherman Brothers. The Thong Song by Sisquo.
Barbie Girl by Aqua. Macarena by Los Del Rio.
And the Spongebob Intro. Peanut Butter Jelly Time by Buckwheat Boyz.
I'm a Gummybear by Gummibar. I Love You Song from Barney. Oh, God SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP! Oh FUCK! I forgot about them! I run as I hear the stampeding rhinos coming my way and they crash through the bookcase, chasing after me.
"Why did I put this in here?" I scream before throwing myself out a window and appearing back at the start.
I re-enter the library making sure to avoid the pitfalls that have been reset and make my way towards the access to my true mind palace hidden within. Once back on the second floor I move towards the back stacks that symbolize anyone who I found annoying. I climb the ladder and reach my hand to the top of the shelf pushing until I hear a click and a combination lock pops down. Entering the date of Genesis' death I am sucked into my true mind palace, one reminiscent of the cosmos themselves. For there is no better and safer mind palace than one made of chaos in which only the creator of such chaos can see through it to the truth.