Upon the glistening shores where dreams reside, A realm unfolds where whispered wonders gleam, Through forests vast, where ancient secrets hide, And rivers weave a tapestry of dream. The skies alight with hues no eye can see, With clouds like painted plumes in soft embrace, Each mountain stands, a sentinel to be, Guarding the spills of magic in this place. From crystal caverns where the fairies dance, To fields awash in petals kissed by dew, The gentle breezes carry forth a trance, Inviting all to find their hearts anew. In this enchanted world, let spirits soar, For in adventure’s wake, we crave much more. . . . . As you walk to an abandoned building in your school, where is prohibited, you find a portal which is already opened by someone else. You stepped in with full of curiosity and then you got there. The world of Artheia. The world full of fantasy, magic. As you walk along you saw a girl that look different among other. Wearing modern clothing.