The veil thins between two worlds, as a cataclysmic event threatens to engulf a world teeming with monstrous creatures and magic. A bizarre dimension of unique existences and a vast amalgamation of energies is starting to bleed through to this world.

Kimarya, a Bigfoot enthusiast, is reborn in this fantastical land due to mysterious circumstances after her untimely death on a futuristic earth. Armed with the knowledge of a futuristic society, an unexpected alliance with the creature of legend, and an enhanced subconscious mind called Sunny, Kimarya needs to master the art of weaving technology and magic to survive in a world teetering on the brink of pandemonium. But even the gods themselves aren't safe from the encroaching chaos.

Can Kimarya save herself and uncover the mystery of Sasquatch's origin?

Chapter 1: Awakening

"Silly girl, stop playing with spider webs."

These were the first words that registered in Kimarya's mind as she shook her head from left to right, trying to clear the jumbled mess that was her thoughts.

Eventually, her vision cleared and she focused on her surroundings. She felt her back pressing against something solid, which she guessed was a tree based on the ominous presence of a dark and humid forest all around her.

These details immediately alarmed her, as the last thing she remembered was being in a city.

"Where am I?" she wondered. She moved her arm to brush something that was all over her face and realized it was long and wavy hair. When this registered in her head, she stopped moving for a moment in shock before firmly tugging on it again and feeling a stinging pain.

Kimarya, in her exasperation, said, "What's with this long curly hair? I have a little fro - my hair is not supposed to be this long!" In that moment, pulling on her hair seemed to trigger something, as a massive rush of information violently exploded in her head, almost causing her to pass out from the overwhelming pain. It felt like her head was going to explode!

Subconscious Initiating floodgates safeguard!

–Kimarya, a massive amount of new information has been discovered, a lot of it being a foreign language, culture, details, memories, thoughts, and beliefs. Something forcefully assimilated some of it before protocols fully kicked in. How do you want to proceed?–

Kimarya stayed completely still as the splitting headache died down. We appear to be in an unknown and likely hostile environment. How would you like to proceed?

Kimarya replied, "Sunny, please scan through all the assimilated information, prioritize information on potential threats and safety, then organize the rest of it in a new folder. Categorize it so we can look through it later on."

Sunny: Understood. I have detected an undetermined amount of new biological factors in the host body. 300… 2,000…16,000 unknown factors. Starting emergency full-body cellular scan to determine functions and interactions of these factors… Kimarya sat in silence as she held onto her hair before realizing what Sunny said and urgently investing more attention in her body. She immediately noticed some differences and inspected herself with much more urgency. She initially thought that this body was smaller in relation to her old one before realizing that the woods and everything around her were vastly larger than she had ever experienced - likely enough to put the evergreens to shame!

"What's going on?!" Kimarya alarmed asked.

Kimarya with her back pressed against a massive tree whose elastic, pore-like bark gave way under her touch. She was disoriented and confused, her thoughts a jumbled mess as she tried to make sense of her new surroundings. She looked down at her hands, noticing the dark red hue of her skin and the absence of her tattoos and body mods. This was a completely different body, one that was smaller and more agile than her old one. She walked on shaky feet, trying to get a bearing on where she was and how she had gotten here.

As she examined her body, she realized she was wearing crude clothing made of animal skins and odd fabrics, but with incredible stitchwork. She felt a surge of panic as she remembered the last thing she could recall - being in a city, not a dense and dangerous forest.

"Sunny, what's going on?" Kimarya asked, her voice tinged with alarm. Sunny: Kimarya, after scanning through your memories and the new information, my general conclusion is that you died in your sleep of a heart attack and other odd complications, and have been reborn in the body of this person. This body differs vastly from the standard range of a human being, starting with slightly different organs, but with similar functions. There are even new ones that don't exist in the usual human body. The vitality of this body is tremendous! The muscle density and structure are unlike anything in my database.

Sunny: Gravity and multiple environmental conditions differ completely from Earth, which is the reason I couldn't add numerical figures to the stats of this body. It's safe to assume we are in a different world.

Sunny:
Name: Draeneoy
Age: 13 years old
Sex: Female
Health: Unknown status, but healthy.

Kimarya's mind reeled at the flood of information. "All of that sounds insane," she said, her voice laced with disbelief. "How is this at all possible? 13 years old? What happened to Draeneoy, the host of this body?"

Sunny: Regarding the host, it seems she also died from an unknown toxin, likely from the environment. The likely source is the odd tree-like organism you were leaning against, based on the information scanned. I recommend creating more space between it and yourself. Kimarya stood up even straighter and added more distance between her and the odd tree, brushing off the back of her clothes frantically.

Sunny: Looking at the memories, she seemed to be on the autism spectrum.

Unfortunately, her tribe and culture made her incompatible, so she didn't have a great time. In fact, the reason she was out here was because of a tradition of her people where some 13-year-olds go out into the sacred woods to find an ancestral spirit guardian or never come back. Based on the dangers and creatures out here, the more likely scenario is death. It's a sort of coming-of-age ritual, to better describe it.

Kimarya wondered out loud, "Death from what? Are there more of those toxic mushroom... trees?"

Sunny: It's actually a gigantic variation of mushroom - but Kimarya, there seems to be a massive ecosystem of dangerous and extremely powerful creatures all around. Apparently, with the coming-of-age ritual, there is a special method to accept an ancestral spirit guardian. The inhabitants of this world possess an astounding growing potential to increase their power. It's known as martial cultivation where they strive for power and something extremely similar to Daoism. To simplify the core components of this concept, cultivation is the stride forward, and the Dao is the guide.

Your personal mountain path to Apotheosis, the peak! The recommendation for right now is to get back to the village and try your luck or try to form the Ancestral Spirit Guardianship. The latter would undoubtedly be more dangerous and most likely lead to death if its lineage doesn't accept you, but banishment from the village for not doing so would be assured if we return now without it. Assuming that we make it back..

Her body started shaking, and goosebumps formed on her skin as she grew serious as well as rightfully scared. Kimarya stood in the dark and humid forest, her thoughts in turmoil as she tried to decide what to do. On the one hand, she could return to the village and risk banishment from people she had no emotional attachment to.

On the other hand, she could follow the insane rite of the coming-of-age tradition and most likely die in the process. She knew she had already died once, and she wasn't eager to repeat the experience. She weighed her options carefully, trying to find a solution that would keep her safe and give her the opportunity to explore this strange and exotic world.

Finally, she made her decision. "Sunny, I don't know what to make of this world, but I'm not willing to risk my life on such low chances of survival. Take me back to the village."

With a sense of resolve, she began walking through the forest, her eyes scanning the trees and underbrush for any sign of danger. Despite the uncertainty of her situation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the strange and exotic plants and animals that surrounded her. She had never seen anything like them before, and she couldn't wait to learn more about this new world and all it had to offer.

Chapter 2: World Merger

Kimarya was a decisive person, always sticking to her choices regardless of whether they were sound or completely irrational. When she made a decision, she fully committed to it, viewing failure due to poor planning as far more tolerable describe than failure due to hesitation or second thoughts. This unwavering commitment had steeled her will over the years, making her even more decisive.

As she made her way through the dense and humid forest, following the direction Sunny had given her, she called out, "Sunny, tell me-"

Sunny: Sorry to interrupt, but walking back at night has too many significant risks. The tree on your right seems to be the most suitable rest stop for the night. Let's head there before making a plan of action.

Kimarya nodded in agreement, understanding that attempting too much in a new and uncertain environment was a recipe for disaster. She picked up her pace, moving towards the tree Sunny had indicated. As she climbed to a considerable height in the massive tree and nestled into a secure spot between its branches, she asked, "Sunny, what would you consider our most important goals?"

Sunny: Priority wise, we should focus on updating our understanding of this new body, surviving the trip back to the village, concealing the body swap, and understanding village politics. Kimarya sighed and said, "Might as well start in that order, Sunny. I'm glad to have you with me through all of this." Sunny: Beginning with the detailed body update, you're roughly 2.13 meters tall.

As I mentioned earlier, your new muscle density is extremely dense, and you have a unique cellular structure that reduces weight while also increasing the efficiency of both slow and fast-twitch muscle fibers.

You have various new organs, some of which seem to be redundant in that they support and overly strengthen your immune system and other bodily functions. This body likely has absurdly strong resistance to sicknesses, diseases, toxins, radiation, and so on. The toxins of that mushroom-like tree must be on a whole other level to have taken the life of the previous host of this body!

The most astounding thing is an almost perverse level of vitality. It's robust enough to comfortably sustain several upgrades of myself with computing strength, sensing capabilities, and management of bodily functions as your subconscious. There is also an extremely bizarre amalgamation within your body overlaying all your organs.

It's a combination of electromagnetic radiation and an unknown energy, densely packed within the body and tied to your life force, brain, nerves, and even deeper. I don't quite have the capabilities to scan deeper and see the full extent, but I can only describe it as a subtle organ... maybe even a secondary body that is complementary to your physical one, essentially a whole new organ system. Understand it as what allows you to "cultivate."

Kimarya interrupted and asked, "Cultivate what? What is cultivation? Is it like what I've read in oriental stories of ancient monks attaining power through meditation, martial arts, and analyzing the laws of the universe?"

Sunny: Precisely, such a capability is verifiably existing within you. There was no evidence of this in our past world.

Currently, I will need some downtime to upgrade my functions and capacity. It would be best to not do something so intensive, such as cultivating until after safely reaching the village. Sunny: It seems to be similar in the sense that cultivation involves training and discipline in order to increase one's power and understanding of the world around them.

However, the specifics of cultivation in this new world are unclear at this time. It may involve meditation and martial arts, but it could also involve other methods or practices. We will need to gather more information before we can fully understand the concept of cultivation in this world. Something I can do now is to assimilate the current remnants of the subconscious of the host body into myself to induce a more harmonic balance within this system. As well as a quick jump in our processing powers, giving me an enormous increase in proficiency while doing multiple tasks and memory capacity.

I will start after you sleep.

Another big thing I've noticed, the host body's survival instincts are disturbingly unfathomable. To degrees, I considered having been impossible. After going through the memories, I came to understand that they had the potential and talent as a sort of ultimate instinctual fighter. Many in the village referred to her as "Supreme warrior without a soul" after several clashes with other kids.

They value the fighting, but her behavior from being on the spectrum made her out to be the embarrassment of the clan. Common knowledge of the autism spectrum here is almost nonexistent. Likely, the previous host just couldn't make the necessary connections with cultivation and was stuck within her head. They were seen as a joke; the village considered this as a punishment from the gods. She had instincts that no one could not compare to, but she couldn't or wouldn't cultivate. "Giving such a gift from the heavens onto the body of a fool without a soul." was something many said about her. It truly was such a cruel misunderstanding.

Kimarya couldn't help letting loose another sigh. She felt her rage bubbling up, feeling a smoldering fire inside of her. This tragic situation resonated within her heart. Maybe also the last and faint vestiges of the ego of the previous owner of their body. Maybe the stirring of these feelings was its hope in the changing of their fate?

"Don't worry Draeneoy, wherever your soul has gone in the afterlife, find peace in that I will gain you the dignity and acknowledgment you deserved."

"Sunny, you can begin the integration of her memories with mine. We've both been dealt a heavy hand. I really died. It isn't the time to be hesitant about taking in these memories." Said Kimarya with a hard look in her eyes and a warm and confident smile.

Sunny: Understood, well done Kimarya. Beginning integration of memories….

There was darkness, Kimarya saw the flashing of images and moments that were alien to her. A younger Draeneoy not interacting with other children who were running around their village. She realized that calling it a village was wrong. More like a small or medium-sized city. The people had truly bizarre and considerably brutal customs, homes built without a roof, multiple levels, but with long poles through one wall to another.

They didn't even have ladders or stairs and just jumped to the higher levels. Their construction was wholly inconsiderate of those differently-abled. You either had a highly athletic range of motion or you were filth. She remembers her mother Grothie, was always distantly caring for her, but even then it was rough at times. Occasional hugs and bonding, but intense moments of one-sided bouts. The intensity of this rough treatment grew with every few months.

Kimarya always saw Draeneoy, not understanding how a peaceful moment could turn to intense pain. How her mom went from one moment hugging her and helping her to a higher level of their home, then going away.

Then later on, after helping her onto the third level, but suddenly pushing her. Draeneoy was very good at maintaining her balance, but she always fell off in those moments where she was pushed by her mom. She always maintained total trust in her, where she didn't even force out any counter-resistance to the touch of her mother and easily fell off the other side onto a hard pole that she had to grab on lest she face a long fall to the ground.

Or other times her mother, after handing her a new fruit, bursts out with a jab towards her and striking her shoulder. A blow that sent her tumbling into the expanse from the second or third level of the home, luckily she could always catch onto something to stop her fall.

She seemed to always feel distressed, never understanding the seemingly random aggression. Never capable of making the connection that it was a form of training, some brutal semblance of nurture. She barely could express her feelings of trust and affection to her parents, this factor already made it so much harder. Kimarya, after seeing these memories, understood that it's a custom from many generations ago. It's so normal it's even seen as a correct way of showing affection to the young.

A caring parent works hard in preparing their young. Even normal interactions with friends, family, and lovers, they seamlessly tie in acts of combat.

Because of Draeneoy not catching that connection, she couldn't associate with something universally crucial to everyone around her. It was their culture. A clan with such brutal customs for survival that their young if born with any disability were discarded by their family.

It became a point of frustration for her parents, especially after noticing something bizarre in her after her birth.

Shortly an hour after being born, she already tracked objects and people with her eyes. Able to raise her head and chest when on her stomach. Responding to smiles whenever one of them smiled at her, griping objects and bringing them to her mouth. These were things that their people should have only been able to do within a month of being born.

At a week after being born, she could already reach out and manipulate things in the areas around her. She could even crawl or roll around to get to places. Something that made taking care of her a bigger task for her parents, especially considering the structure of homes. She was capable of sitting up and had superb control of her head by turning it in response to noises and being able to follow and track sounds.

A month later, she had completely dominated the skill of crawling and could already stand to increase her access to new objects and things for her to manipulate. They observed such incredible growth in their child and were astounded but extremely overjoyed with the coming months and her development advancing at an enormous rate; she grew as a strong healthy child. Till they realized she hadn't yet talked, even though she understood language and commands very well, she just never made an attempt at communication.

She had a habit of looking at everything and always observing. At home, there was always a particular corner of cobwebs that always drew her attention the most. She spent hours daily observing the old cobwebs and new ones that those spiders made. She would even draw them out on sand or paper whenever her parents let her use it. It was her only focus and happened enough for her mother Grothie to constantly tell her to stop making spider webs "silly girl". Kimarya couldn't help but feel pain along with Draeneoy. Words that always intensely bothered the nonverbal and non-communicative girl. She always ended up drawing these patterns more and more intensely and hiding more and more inside of herself.

Kimarya often heard her parents saying she has the uncommonly powerful instincts and body that only pop up in their village every hundred and sometimes thousand years. How it feels like she has no soul.

Her defensive instincts are unmatched, but it rarely goes past that she only defends! We've been trying to prepare her for the coming-of-age event that is mandatory for all the children of royal candidate families when they turn 13.

To either come back with a guardian spirit, die, or return to be banished from their clan forever.

Kimarya woke to the roar of Sunny in her head screaming of danger!

Sunny: KIMARYA WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!